them gently. “He’s scared.”
Once they moved on, he knelt again.
There was no proper collar. No identification. Only a dirty strip of torn fabric loosely tied around the puppy’s neck.
The little dog was thin, dusty, and exhausted. But even while Daniel examined him, he kept turning his head toward the end of the street.
Then he caught Daniel’s pant leg between his teeth.
One gentle tug.
He let go, trotted several feet away, and looked back.
Daniel stayed where he was.
The puppy returned and tugged again.
“You’re trying to show me something?”
Another few steps. Another backward glance. Another urgent whine.
Beyond the busy sidewalk, a narrow dirt path disappeared between the trees.
Daniel rose.
“All right, little guy,” he said. “Lead the way.”
The puppy immediately headed toward it.
Daniel followed.
Within minutes, the traffic noise began to fade. The trail narrowed beside an unused parking
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