The shelter agreed to adopt him to Samuel.
The paperwork took less time than the silence that followed it.
Brenda brought the folder to the kennel and held it against her chest.
“If you will have him,” she said.
Samuel looked at Kestrel.
The dog was awake now, sitting straight, watching him the way only a working dog watches the person who holds the next command.
For a moment, Samuel’s face looked as tired as the animal’s had that morning.
Then the old man blinked hard.
“I reckon I have room for one more,” he said.
Anya turned away to give him the dignity of not being watched too closely.
Kevin signed as witness.
Maya brought Samuel’s gloves back, though she had folded them like they were something important.
When the kennel door opened, Kestrel stepped out and went to Samuel’s left side.
No one told him to.
