Grey waited patiently for his turn to move to the starting line. Sam had already gone down, and Dylan had tagged along with the boy, walking almost normally now, despite the cast, which would be coming off soon.
I hope I do well enough today that we’ll have something to celebrate besides Dylan ditching the cement boot.
He looked behind him at the racer who’d drawn bib twenty-four. His gaze fell on a diminutive creature, who came nowhere near his shoulder. It sported a screaming pink parka and matching pants. He turned around to watch as she—he assumed it had to be a girl—checked her team.
When she reached the lead dogs, she looked at him and grinned. “You’re a big kid.”
For a moment, he was taken aback. “I’m a cheechako grown up,” he admitted, “but since I’ve never raced before, they l
