River, ever the worrier, was going to stay in the house with the guys. He had told me to text him when I was done with the conversation.
Bucky was outside when I stepped out of the house. He instantly latched onto my mood and gave me a worried doggy expression.
“It’s okay, boy,” I promised him, patting his head in passing.
I’d gotten used to the dogs, and now I really liked them all. The Golden Girls were as social as Bucky, but they liked their job more than people and tended to stay on the sidelines while he socialized. In fact, when I looked around, I could see all four of them resting in various spots at the edges of the yard. If there was a grassy spot, there was a pit bull snoozing there.
Bucky followed me to the cabins. I got up the few stairs and was about to open the door, whe
