He was just riding through the golden quiet of late summer— no rush, no plans— until a thin, desperate sound drifted across the wind and pulled him off the highway and into the tall grass. There, trapped in a rusted cage, a tiny dog lifted two tired eyes toward him— the kind of eyes that make a man stop breathing for a moment. He snapped the wires open with shaking hands, wrapped the trembling little body in his own denim jacket, and rode toward safety with the dog held tight against his chest.

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