Dylan started to fret as soon as he reached the race’s end with Sam’s parents. Having both been around the sledding community although not actively involved, they seemed calm. He couldn’t be. This was the first race for both of his trainees and he knew he couldn’t forgive himself if anything went wrong. Although nothing should in such a short race, one could never take anything for granted. He stumped to the finish line and settled himself to wait.
Within about thirty minutes, the first teams came into view. A lanky boy was the first in, taller and probably older than Sam, and clearly an experienced racer, despite being only in his mid-teens. After another five more teams came a girl and another boy, almost in tandem. Yep, it’s Sam. They loped along neck to neck, both teams moving easily
