I have to help a friend...
Fletcher Shetler couldn’t get the last words his friend said to him out of
his head. At the time, he hadn’t thought much about it. That was Ethan—
always lending a hand to those in need. Yet the week of silence certainly
wasn’t like him. Far from it. Especially not with the new venture Ethan had
recently embarked upon demanding so much of this time.
Training dogs for search and rescue missions into the mountains had become Ethan’s passion. He’d worked with military dogs during his career in the marines and talked about how rewarding it had been. When the opportunity arose to train dogs for mountain conditions, Ethan had come to Fletcher to assist, and Fletcher was happy to help. Truth be told, he enjoyed the work.
So far, they had five young dogs going through the training process, and all were promising.
When Ethan had left, he’d assured Fletcher he’d only be gone a couple of
days. The time frame had come and gone. The silence on Ethan’s part was setting off all sorts of alarms in Fletcher’s head.