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s our car headed down the mountainside, I faced the window so no one would see my tears. Saying goodbye to Copper had been awful. I’d wanted to stand there and rub his sweet little dished-in head forever. “You’ll move up in the pecking order,” I’d whispered to him. Copper had butted my shoulder and dripped sugar slobber on my neck, which combined with the wet mess of my tears.

Moronic Mood-o-Meter in negative territory.

Just before we left, I sat on the fence and watched
Maggie release the horses to the mountain pasture. All fifty of them thundered from the enclosure, no saddles or bridles, tails flying, their bare-muscled bodies shining in the sun. They pounded by like a freight train, quarter horse and Appaloosa, Palomino and Arabian. Shoulder to shoulder, all wanting to be first. They streaked across the pasture, cavorting like little kids during recess.

Copper was so happy he bucked a few times just for the fun of it. I laughed out loud. I’d stayed there long after they lowered their heads and fell into the quiet tail-swishing rhythm of grazing.

As our car rounded a corner, I got a final glimpse of High Mist Ranch. Now I swallowed nervously as Norm pulled up in front of the Mountain Mist Companion Hospital and cut the engine.

Mom patted Norm’s arm. “We made it.” She looked back and smiled at me. I crossed my fingers and then hid them by sliding them underneath my thighs. My stomach hurt a little, mostly because I’d started taking my pills again, but being nervous didn’t help. I looked over at Stephanie, who raised her eyebrows and tightened her lips.

Please be alive
.

We trooped inside the waiting room. It was a crowded Saturday morning. A blond woman sat waiting with a golden retriever. A girl and her grandfather
sat with a high-strung black-and-white terrier that kept barking and twirling in circles. A guy in his twenties had a small cage on the seat next to him with a terrified tabby cat crouched inside.

A tall, dark-haired woman wearing a surgical shirt came out. She had on a pin that said “Will Bite,” and I thought it was funny. I wanted to ask her for one. She saw us standing there and said, “Hi, can I help you?”

“We came to see how the wolf is doing,” Mom said. “This is Diana and Stephanie. They helped Doc do the surgery.”

“Oh, yeah! They were a couple of troopers. I’m Kristi. Come on back and see for yourselves.”

We followed Kristi down the narrow hall to the kennel area.

“Doc’s on an office call. He’ll come back and say hi later if he can.” Kristi pointed us into a large room with a series of narrow runs. “Down near the end on the left,” she said. “And don’t be letting anybody out again, okay?” She smiled at Stephanie and me, but her eyes were dead serious. She left.

The dogs in the kennel knew someone was there. The noise was incredible. There was a bellow from one run, a whine from another, followed by a bunch of yelps. Jumping bodies slammed against metal cage doors. Toenails pummeled the cement floor. From
the cat ward across the hall came a series of pitiful meows.

“How could a person stand to work here?” asked Norm.

“It’s awful.” Stephanie put her hands over her ears.

“I wish I could take every one of them home,” said Mom.

“Me, too,” I said.

I headed with Mom into the kennel. Norm and Stephanie followed. I walked the length of the room, passing a sad-eyed basset hound and a yipping, fluffy red Pomeranian that curled its lip and showed its sharp teeth.

“Amazing to think that all these incredibly different-looking dogs are related to wolves,” said Mom.

“Yeah,” I said. I let Mom put her arm over my shoulders, and when she intertwined her fingers with mine, I didn’t pull away. I’d always remember what Mom had said to Norm. No one could ever take my place.

We found Waya’s cage with Waya bandaged but alert, her head on Russell’s knee. Russell was lying curled on the floor of the run, asleep. “He probably slept here last night,” I whispered.

“Yeah, he did.” Doc’s voice came from behind us. Doc removed his cream-colored rubber exam gloves and pushed his wire rims up his nose.

Russell stirred in his sleep, his dark hair flopping over his eyes. His hand rested on Waya’s neck.

“Has anyone seen Oginali?” I asked.

“No,” Doc said. “I’ve been hoping we would. I read about these two wolves once, a brother and a sister, who were inseparable. The brother died, and the sister wouldn’t leave his body. Everybody thought Oginali would follow Waya. But so far nothing. So, the pundits were officially wrong.”

We watched Waya in silence. I thought about how Stephanie had gone with me that night and did a lot of things she was really scared to do. She hadn’t ditched me, even though I’d tried to ditch her.

“Anyway,” Doc continued, “Waya’s doing well. I’m going to take the bandage off in three more days. She’s a lucky girl.”

“We came to pay for Waya’s surgery,” I said.

Doc nodded. “About that. I have a proposal for you. Because of the circumstances, I’m not going to charge Joe for that surgery. I told him I want to buy her instead. I made him a good offer, and I guess I caught him at a good time because he took it. As soon as Waya is able to travel, I plan to take her to a wolf rescue operation. And who knows, maybe we’ll find Oginali by then. I’d like you to send your money to them to help care for her. Kristi can give you their address. Will you promise to do that?”

“Yessir! That’s fantastic!” I said.

“That’s great!” Stephanie said.

“Then it’s settled. Our code in medicine is ‘Do no harm.’ While you did quite a bit of harm by releasing the wolves, I believe you at least partially rectified it with your excellent assistance in surgery. How’s that?”

“That’s more than fair,” said Mom. “Thanks, Doc.”

Doc tightened his ponytail. “We aim to please.” Doc shook Stephanie’s hand. “How’s your leg?” he asked. “Mr. Morgan tells me you put a hurting on that trap of his.” Doc grinned.

Stephanie blushed. “Uh, yeah. My leg’s going to be okay. But could I ask … what do you think will happen to Oginali?”

Doc shrugged. “No telling. If she kills chickens, she could get herself shot. Or poisoned. Maybe I’ll get a chance to put a saving on her. If she wanders off deeper into the mountains, she’ll have to learn to hunt on her own. Maybe she will. Maybe she’ll try to find Waya. Most likely, though, we’ll never see Oginali again.” Doc glanced at his watch. Held out his hand to shake mine. “Diana, maybe there’s a future for you in veterinary medicine. The animals of the world need all the friends they can get. Take care.”

I could feel myself blush. Doc shook Mom and Norm’s hands and then hurried out.

“We better hit the road,” said Norm. “It’s a long trip.”

“Can I just have one minute to say good-bye?” I asked.

“Sure, sweetie. We’ll be out in the car,” Mom said. “Be careful.”

Mom, Norm, and Stephanie left, and I unlocked the door of the cage. Russell’s eyelids trembled but his eyes were still closed. His breathing was slow and even. A pair of topaz eyes followed me as I opened the cage door and stepped inside. I examined the tight, broad bandage wrapped around Waya’s chest. Slowly, I knelt.

I looked into those golden eyes. I saw wariness and fear, but also curiosity and hope. I reached out to stroke Waya’s head and remembered Maggie’s story about the wolves inside.

Waya’s eyes narrowed and her lip curled back, showing curved yellow teeth. My heart skipped, but I offered my hand to the wolf. Long hushed seconds swept by. Waya’s black nostrils quivered. Then she stretched out her neck and licked my palm.

“Good-bye,” I whispered. “Bye, Russell,” I added, with a squeezing of my heart.

Russell opened his eyes. I noticed, for the first time, that they were deep amber, like Waya’s. He didn’t say anything.

I let the words tumble out. “I wanted to tell you something. I dreamed about Oginali last night. I had
a dream with this amazing blue background, where I was running beside Oginali through the woods, high in the mountains, and Oginali was hunting, and her eyes were like gold and her tail was like this flag, waving really high. I dreamed she wasn’t scared anymore.”

Russell’s eyes flared. He looked like he might say something, but then turned his face away.

“Thanks for trying to be my friend.” I waited a minute and then stepped outside the cage and shut the gate. I felt in my pocket for the bullet Doc had given me. Maybe if I gave Russell some time and wrote him a letter, he’d answer. I’d try.

I went outside and climbed into the car. Mom smiled, reached over to the backseat, and squeezed my hand very tight.

As the car went down the mountain, our whole family stared out the window and scanned the shifting forest shadows for signs of Oginali. Finally, my pills got to me, and I slept in the car, dreaming again of Oginali running over mountains, through valleys, growing stronger and fiercer. In my dream Oginali’s salt and pepper coat thickened as summer turned to fall. When she reached the ridge where the water turned west—the Continental Divide—she bounded on without fear. In my dream, when Waya, all healed up, arrived at the wolf rescue, Oginali was already there. Waiting.

L
ISA
W
ILLIAMS
K
LINE
is the author of
Floods, The Princesses of Atlantis, Write Before Your Eyes
, and
Eleanor Hill
, winner of the North Carolina Juvenile Literature Award. Her stories for children have appeared in
Cricket, Cicada, Spider
, and
Odyssey
. She earned her MFA from Queens University. Lisa lives in Mooresville, North Carolina, with her veterinarian husband, where their grown daughters visit frequently.

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