Sarge was his dad’s partner. When the blast happened, the brave dog tried to dig his handler out of the rubble. Sarge lost a leg, but he survived. The military retired the hero dog and sent him home to a heartbroken little boy. Sarge was all Leo had left of his father.
Desperate, Leo had walked three miles in the dark to the local motorcycle club. He brought his life savings—forty-two dollars and sixteen cents. He begged the intimidating men in leather vests to hide Sarge for the day so the school wouldn’t take him away. He was willing to take the failing grade to keep his best friend safe.
Bear, the club president, knelt down. He didn’t look at the money. He looked at the faded tactical collar and the military tattoo inside Sarge’s ear.
Bear reached out a scarred, trembling hand. The three-legged dog leaned into the touch. Bear looked back up at the terrified boy.
“Your dad was his handler?” Bear asked, his voice thick with emotion.
Leo nodded, tears finally spilling over his cheeks.
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