Stormy

Stormy

Jim Kjelgaard

Language: English

Pages: 160

ISBN: 0553154680

Format: PDF / Kindle (mobi) / ePub


Allan Marley and his father have lived together  in the untamed wilderness of the Beaver Flowage all  their lives. But when Mr. Marley is jailed because  of a bitter feud, Allan suddenly finds himself on  his own. Then he meets Stormy, an outlaw dog who  has been accused of turning on his owner. Allan  knows that the big black retriever has been  mistreated, and he works hard to win the noble dog's trust  and affection. As allies, Allan and Stormy overcome  every danger they encounter in the unpredictable  wilderness...but can their bond protect Allan from  the viciousness of his father's human enemies?

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some thriller magazine. It was a black leopard at twilight, and its body blended so well with the darkness that it seemed part of it. Its glaring, yellow eyes were fixed on something as it deliberated the next move. Allan felt uncomfortable. There was no threat in the dog's attitude, but Stormy was intent in the same way, and Allan could not rid himself of a feeling that the dog was studying him. They were facing a crisis, one not without danger, and Allan sensed that the dog was deliberately

happily beside Allan as he made his way to the lake. The dog waited impatiently for his master to float the skiff, then waded out and, scarcely rocking the sensitive little craft, jumped into his proper place in the bow. Allan took the rear paddler's seat and they were off. They crossed the lake at top speed, but as he entered Balsam Creek, Allan slowed. He knew that the ruddys had become so accustomed to his presence that they practically ignored him. But with babies to protect the ducks were

find you could do it!" As he continued down the freeway, Allan thought seriously of going to Cardsville and looking for work. If he stayed here or got a job in Tillotson, there'd be trouble, no matter how he tried to avoid it. The money he could earn would enable him to keep going until his father was released, and then—But what about Stormy? He couldn't take the dog to Cardsville. He reached the end of the freeway, where he had left his skiff. Allan stowed his pack in the bow, launched the

gunny sack's shoulder strap on his right shoulder and, spear in hand, leaped from the knoll to a tussock beneath it. Stormy, who approved of this wholeheartedly, splashed in beside him. Allan leaped from the tussock and waded toward the first carp he had seen. When he was close enough he thrust with his spear, transfixed the fish, and halted only long enough to transfer the carp from his spear to the gunny sack. Immediately he was running after another carp, but slipped from a tussock and

knees. He carried Jeff close to the fire, laid him down, and shifted the skiff to give as much protection as possible from wind and blowing snow. Unbuttoning the warden's sodden clothing, Allan began vigorously to massage his cold flesh. The stimulation, plus the fire's warmth, brought circulation back to what had seemed a dead body. Lifting and turning Jeff as he worked, Allan stripped him. Then he removed his own dry clothing, put it on Jeff, and struggled into the warden's much smaller

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