A Shiloh Christmas
““Shiloh!” I shout, and whirl around so fast I’m like to lose my balance, arms going like windmills to keep me upright as I start for the door.
But Dad reaches out and stops me.
“Wait!” he says. “Look here a minute. Judd’s got his lantern on now. I want you to see this.”
“But Shiloh!” I say again.
“He’s not goin’ anywhere. Don’t ruin this for Judd,” Dad tells me.
The next sixty seconds is the longest minute I ever spent in my life, just watching that white dog waiting for Judd, and Shiloh out there wagging his tail.
“Shiloh brought Judd’s dog back, didn’t he?” I say.
“Sure looks that way,” says Dad, huge smile on his face.
Bein’ Sunday, Judd don’t have to go to work, but most Sundays he hangs out at a diner over in Middlebourne. He’ll pull on his clothes, splash water on his face at the pump, then drive to a take-out place for coffee.
“C’mon, c’mon, Judd,” I say, my eyes on Shiloh. Sure don’t want to lose my dog again. Not easy for a man to get dressed inside a tent, I suppose.
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