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keep Sailor from going on the defensive and getting into trouble.
    “Sailor, come,” Cody whispered, giving a hand signal as well. Hackles up, the dog had risen and was facing the closed door, clearly standing guard.
    “Sailor,” he hissed, “get over here.”
    The protective canine reluctantly obeyed, edging closer until Cody was able to grab his collar.
    The door creaked on rusty hinges. The first thing that poked through was the long barrel of a shotgun! Cody tightened his grip on Sailor, braced himself and waited.
    A weathered old codger stepped into the room and took shaky aim. The man was clad only in boxer shorts and a sleeveless undershirt. At the ends of his spindly legs, his unlaced hiking boots looked as though they were at least as old as he was. Maybe older.
    Before Cody could decide whether to yell at him, surrender, or burst out laughing, the old man commanded, “Freeze, mister. And call off your dog.”
    “I’ve been trying to,” Cody said. “Don’t shoot. We’re unarmed.” He raised his free hand. “You must be Will.”
    “What if I am?”
    “Trudy Lynn, Ms. Brown, told me about you. She was planning to introduce us in the morning.”
    “Says who?”
    “It’s the truth. I’m Becky Malloy’s brother, Cody Keringhoven.”
    “I s’pose you can prove it.”
    “I have my ID right here.” Cody produced his wallet and held it out.
    Will motioned with a jerk of his head. “Bring it over here. Real slow.”
    “That’s about the only way I can move.” He pointed to the crutches propped at the foot of the bed. “I’ll do better if you’ll hand me those first.”
    “You don’t look crippled.”
    “Well, I sure feel it,” Cody replied. “I just got up to take a pain pill. Mind if I do?”
    “Guess not.” He lowered the muzzle toward the floor so it wasn’t pointing directly at Cody or the dog. “Miz Brown didn’t say nothin’ about puttin’ nobody in this cabin.” He scowled. “We hardly ever rent it, ’specially not this time of year.”
    “So she told me. I’m supposed to be watching out for vandals while I’m here. I guess you know all about that.”
    “Sure do. That’s what I figured you was when I saw the light.” Bushy gray eyebrows knit. “I tried sittin’ by that there window all night. Couldn’t keep my eyes open. That what you’re plannin’ to do?”
    “Not tonight,” Cody said, drawing water and downing his medication. “Dad and I just drove all the way from Chicago. I’m beat. Maybe tomorrow.”
    Thumbing the shotgun open to extract the shells, the old man nodded. “Suits me. Sorry if I scared ya. I’m goin’ back to bed. You be all right?”
    “Fine. Thanks. See you in the morning?”
    “You betcha,” Will said. “In case you’re wonderin’, I’m gonna go talk to Miz Brown before I turn in, see if your story checks.”
    “I wouldn’t have it any other way,” Cody said with a grin. “She’s lucky to have you.”
    “Sure is.” He eyed the now complacent-looking, panting dog. “Big fella, ain’t he? What’s his name?”
    “Sailor.”
    Will chuckled. “Well, well. Me, too. Spent many a happy year as a merchant seaman before I finally decided to settle down. I take it he loves the water.”
    “I think he’d rather swim than eat,” Cody said. “Newfoundlands are related to Labrador retrievers, just bigger and a lot more hairy.”
    “That’s the truth. Sure glad he’s yours to feed and not mine. What all does he eat?”
    Cody immediately thought of Trudy Lynn’s messy introduction to Sailor’s fondness for beef gravy. Rather than mention it, he laughed then quipped, “Anything that doesn’t eat him first.”
    “You’d best watch him around Miz Brown’s little mutt, then. That Widget’s got a nasty attitude.”
    “Uh-oh. She never mentioned having a dog.”
    “He’s more like family to her. ’Specially since that fiancé of hers, Ned What’s-his-name, took off.” Will grimaced and blushed. “Forget I said anything