Rubbing to edges and corners bumped.
'Are the sandhills as bad as the fellers say?' the boy asked, low-voiced.
Ross grunted. 'There's a hundred miles of 'em stretchin' away out there. An' if you don't know the lay there ain't a chance. Forget 'em son, you ain't likely to take a trip through 'em.'
But that's just what the boy had planned. Otherwise Rags would be taken from him. Rags was Kanga's pup, and the old man wanted to make him leader of his pack. But it was the boy who had raised him from a pup, and Rags was all he had. The boy intended to keep him even if it meant heading out over the sandhills ...