Chapter 6

It was close to nine when Josh and Phil pulled into Mark's driveway; they'd taken the time to run by Rick's for breakfast. Mark was out working in the shop, on a sign support for Jackie. "Missed you last night," he said. "I wanted to tell you I heard about a couple of mobile homes up in Warsaw that I thought we might want to go look at."

Josh smiled. "We went up last night and bought one."

"Any good?"

"I looked it over pretty good," Phil said. "It's in pretty good shape, except for a bum water heater."

"I'm only paying five hundred bucks for it," Josh said. "It looked pretty good to me."

Mark nodded. "Well, that's a better price than I figured. We're going to have to get it down here, though."

"The guy I'm buying it from said they moved it where it was with a tractor," Josh said. "It's got axles, and tires that, well, they'll do. I thought maybe we could take the Farmall and go get it, rather than paying a mover."

"That'd be kind of a haul, up the state road," Mark observed.

"Yeah, we wouldn't want to do it in traffic, but I thought maybe late at night, maybe next weekend," Josh said. "I figure it'd take two, maybe three hours."

"Why don't you go get it tonight?" Mark suggested. "I'd have to get the bush hog off the Farmall, but I have to do it anyway. You can park it out back till we're ready for it. I could see about that water heater, and we can work on it evenings this week. Phil, you could follow him, with the blinker lights going. If you left here about sunset with the Farmall, it'd just about be full dark by the time you got there, and the roads will be quieting down by then."

"That'd work," Josh said. "I'd have to take a swing by the bank and pick up some cash, then set it up with the guy to haul it out of there late, but that shouldn't be any big deal."

"I can do that," Phil said. "It'd beat sitting around watching TV."

"Tiffany been up to feed the dogs, yet?" Josh asked Mark.

"Yeah, about an hour ago," Mark said. "She went back and said she was going to watch some cartoons until you got here to take the dogs for a swim."

"Well, maybe she'd like to come with us," Josh said. "We're going to take a run back up to Warsaw." He explained about the trade with Linder. "I know that means yet another dog around here for a while," he said. "But, in a month or so, it becomes a net loss of two."

"I can stand it," Mark smiled. "In a month or so, I ought to be down to about seven dogs out back. We should have you up and running before then. It's going to be a busy month, though."

"We'd better get moving," Josh said. "I'll see you when we get back."

They went out back and loaded Wolf into the dog box. The dog was absolutely at the top of Josh's list to get rid of, mostly because of his fighting. It was a shame; he was potentially a very good dog, but as it was, he had to even have his doghouse well separated from the other dogs, due to his badmouthing. He might work for Fred, though, and Josh hoped he would.

They stopped up at Mike's house to pick up Tiffany. Predictably, she was already bored with the cartoons, and was glad to hop up in the cab of the truck with Phil and Josh. "What do we have Wolf with us for?" she asked.

"Wolf is going to a new home," Josh told her, and explained the trade to her.

"That'll work," she said. "Actually, we could separate the puppies from Bullet right now, but she's a help in controlling them when we go out. Maybe in another month, I we might have a better guess about which puppies we want to keep."

"I figure on keeping one or two," Josh said. "If for no more reason than to see if they might work out for us. If they show promise, we're a couple dogs ahead. If they don't, well, we haven't pinned that much on them."

"Yeah, darn it," Tiffany frowned. "I'm going to miss those pups in a way. They've been fun, but I keep thinking, why couldn't Cumulus have humped Polly?"

"I've got to admit, Cumulus and Polly dogs would have more potential than Cumulus and Bullet dogs," Josh said as he turned onto the state road. "But, Polly's feet are bad enough to have on one dog, and I'd hate to have to deal with doctoring a half a dozen sets of paws like that."

"I suppose," she said. "I've been thinking about it. We may be able to trade our way to good teams this year, but we're not going to get lucky again, and have someone give us some good dogs. The only way we're going to get it together in the future is to breed our way out of this problem."

"We've been around this block before," Josh said. "If we breed mutts with mutts, we're going to get mutts. We've got to make the best matches we can."

"Well, if we leave Polly out of it," she said, "That leaves potential breeding females as Spirit, and maybe one of the new dogs. Crystal, maybe. Damn the person that spayed Crosstie."

"We've pretty well rejected Spirit already, and Crystal, I don't know enough about," Josh said. "Under the circumstances, it'd be a month or two before we could breed her. We'd be cutting it tight if any pups would be available the year after next. Your dad really cut it too tight with George, but he was dog enough to overcome it. I agree, if we seriously start breeding, he's the dog to start with."

"I still think we should just go out and buy a good-looking Siberian bitch, and breed her to George, and hope for the best," Tiffany said. "I'd really rather have a proven runner, but I'd settle for one that looks like she's a runner."

"I don't know," Josh said. "Assuming we can make a couple more good trades, we ought to be set for this year. Maybe we can stretch Jack and Truck for another year, and sort of run a varsity and a junior varsity again. That'd take us through the '92 season, but we start to lose a lot of dogs by '93. At least five, maybe a couple more. I figure we've got to have at least two good litters in the next six months to a year, enough to get about ten dogs. We'll need them, by then -- we'll have to be running ten dogs to Warsaw."

"We'll need more, by then," she said. "We'll have to be talking teams of twelve, if we're going to be running this race in Michigan, and maybe the John Beargrease. And we'll have to have more puppies coming along by then, too. But, that runs into the other problem. Mark thinks the puppies are cute, but how is he going to react to having another couple of litters around?"

"That turns out to not be a problem," Josh said. "In another month or so, the dogs won't be at Mark's."

"Josh, that's going to be a problem," she frowned. "It's hard enough now to be up there so much of the time. How is it going to work if they're even farther away?"

"That's the beauty of it," he said. "They're actually going to be a little closer for you." He briefly explained his purchase of the lot, and the mobile home, as they turned into the line for the drive-up window at the bank branch.

"That'll make it a lot better," she said, once they were back out on the highway, heading for Warsaw. "At least we won't have to take static about a couple of litters of pups."

"It's going to make it worse for you," Josh said. "At least for the rest of the summer. There's going to be a hell of a lot to do, just to get the place ready, and to get it ready for winter, with the dogs. But, at least, maybe we can set things up so it'll be easier to take care of them."

"How about some sort of a mixer, to mix dog food?" she asked. "And a line to it from the hot water heater? That'd save a lot of work in the winter, all by itself."

"Could be done," Josh said. "Not a bad idea, in fact. We're probably going to have to get a backhoe in there to find the sewer line, so we could lay a line to the barn at the same time."

"What about these yearlings you got? Are they going to be any good?"

"Don't know," Josh said. "The background is pretty good, but they've got a lot of malemute. They're big, likely suspects for wheel dogs, but they might turn out to be slow. They've had some harness training, so I suppose it wouldn't hurt to hook them up with about three of our dogs in a team of five, and run the ATV up and down the airstrip a few times. That won't tell anything about a trail pace, but might tell us if they're slow to begin with."

"I've done it with the new dogs," she reported. "Just a little, since it's been so hot. I think Eclipse and Crystal are the best of the lot, and Magic isn't too bad. We might want to think about keeping Lightning, too. Beauty and Maybelline, well, we might want to give them to Daddy, if we can get him to trade for Hemp. They'll do. Clyde just isn't worth it."

"We can't do anything about that until I clear it with Dennis," he reminded her. "I want to give him another few days. Besides, that should give me the time to give them the same kind of workout, too."

Phil shook his head. "Josh, you weren't kidding. When you two get together, you really go to it."

"Well, yeah," Josh agreed. "I told you so. Tiffany, what do you think of Crystal as a breeder?"

"Like you said, we can't do anything about it for a while," she said. "But, you have got to figure that she's at least at a level with Polly and Spirit. But that's still shooting in the dark, until it cools off enough to run her longer, and then it'll be too late to have dogs that are big enough to do anything but screw around with next year. How about these yearlings? Any females?"

"Pumper is a female," Josh said. "But, there's a real shot in the dark, until we can run her some distance. Given the fact that I'm not sure, anyway, I wouldn't even want to list her as a possible."

"Polly, Spirit, and Crystal, then," Tiffany said. "Two dogs we're not crazy about breeding, and one we don't know about. Maybe we ought to breed all three, and hope we get a few good ones."

"Yeah, it may come down to that," Josh said, pulling out to pass a slow moving summer tourist. "If we do that, though, it takes all three out of the training lineup for this winter, and we're going to need at least one or two of them, unless I can trade for some really solid replacements. Besides, it's still the problem of breeding George with mutts, and hoping that we don't end up with mutts. Let's hold off for a month or so, though, and see maybe if I can trade up another candidate. By then, we should know about Crystal."

"You could talk to Greg about a Siberian bitch," she suggested.

"That may be the best idea," Josh said thoughtfully. "The summer meeting is in another three weeks. I'd sort of figured on seeing if I could do some trading there. Maybe we could turn up something. You know what I'd really like to find, though?"

"What?" Tiffany asked.

"What would really be neat would be to turn up a bitch or two from Alaska. One that's run the Iditarod a couple of times, so we'd know it was a good dog, and even maybe know something about the lineage, rather than the shots in the dark we're going to have to take otherwise."

"That would be great," Tiffany agreed. "Maybe one that's getting a little old for the race, but is good for a couple of litters."

"How would you find a dog like that?" Phil asked.

"I don't know," Josh said. "I know there are kennels up there, and I could call or write, I suppose. But you're really taking a shot in the dark, that way, because who knows what kind of shit you might get shoveled to you? Even if I had the time, I couldn't afford to go to Alaska, search up some dogs, ask around for people's opinions about them, and all that." He let out a deep sigh. "It'd sure be nice, but I don't see how it could be done. Tiffany, I guess maybe I'd better talk to Greg about a Siberian bitch. It's still a shot in the dark, but there's a good chance we could get some fair pups."

"Too bad," Tiffany said. "Look, it won't be any help for a year and a half, but what about you taking a trip to Alaska next winter? If you went in, say, November, we'd have to struggle through the year after next, but we'd have some good dogs for `'93, even if they don't have a lot of experience."

"It may come down to that," Josh said, "If we can't turn up any good brood bitches around here. Ultimately, if we want to stay in the front of the pack, that's just about what we're going to have to do. The problem is, I bet it'd cost five thousand bucks to make the trip, get the dogs, and get them back. I haven't spent that kind of money total on this in three years, and this just isn't a good year to do it, what with all the other expenses. What might be smarter is to take a run over to Minnesota and nose around. There are some Minnesota mushers that do the Iditarod, and the Beargrease, and I might be able to turn up a good dog or two there. But, I still couldn't do that until along around the end of November, when the pits shut down for the winter."

"Well," she said, "We'd have better odds of having a known good runner, that way, but the Minnesota dogs aren't usually top Iditarod dogs, either."

"I don't know about that," Josh said. "There's been some top Iditarod people come down for the Beargrease, and the Minnesota dogs seem to run with them pretty good. I think it's more the Minnesota people that's the problem. From what I can see, it's hard to do well in the Iditarod unless you're from Alaska, know the territory, and can train under Alaskan conditions. That's why the Alaskans are at the top of the heap. And, there's more dogs there, and people know about each other's dogs, pretty well. If I go to Minnesota, I'm still going to be taking a deep breath and jumping in pretty blind. But, we still stand a better chance of getting a good brood bitch up there than around here."

She nodded. "That's probably a good choice. Maybe, if we wind up getting to keep Crystal, maybe we could breed her, in hopes that we'd have a couple of dogs that could fill in holes in '92, and hope for more from a Minnesota dog or two for '93. That'd solve at least part of the problem."

"Sounds reasonable," Josh agreed. "We've still got the problem for this year to solve," Josh said. "There's still six to eight dogs to be traded away. I figure the highest priority to look for is a good brood bitch or two, even though we don't have a lot of hope of finding one. One of the things I wanted to find was a couple of dogs that might work into wheel dogs, and I think we've got those. What else do we need?"

"Just good team dogs," Tiffany said. "Unless, of course, if we can come up with a good leader or two. We don't have a lot of leader depth."

"Yeah," Josh agreed. "We've got one good all-around leader in George. Crosstie is even better at commands, but she's not the fastest trail dog, and probably only has a couple years left in any case. Jack isn't young, and is really better in swing, rather than in lead. I wasn't real impressed with Magic, but he could lead if he had to. We need to work with Mongo, Pipeline, and Signal, just to see if we can get them to lead a little."

"I don't think we're going to make a leader out of Mongo," Tiffany said. "He's strong, but dumb. How about one of these two yearlings?

"Again, don't know," Josh said. "Not this year, for sure; they're too young."

"Well, that's one we've got a little time with," she said. "We're probably all right for this year, anyway, especially if we get to keep Magic."

"That's what I figure, too," he agreed. "What we need is to find a couple of fast, young dogs this winter that show signs of wanting to lead, and run them in swing, and maybe in lead a little, sort of bring them along for another winter."

"Well, then, I guess what our needs come down to is first, a brood bitch, and second, some young, strong, smart team dogs," she said thoughtfully. In the meantime, we'll try to work with Pipeline and Signal up toward the front."

"I don't know," Phil said, breaking into the rush of words for the first time in a while. "It seems like you're pinning an awful lot on keeping Dennis' dogs."

"Not really," Josh said. "At this point, they really don't figure into the plans. Worst case, it means taking seven or eight dogs to Warsaw this winter, instead of nine or ten. More important, they give us a little depth, so we can leave a dog or two behind if we decide we need to."

"It leaves you hurting some if you run that race in Michigan," he said.

"Even with Dennis' dogs, it leaves us hurting," Josh said. "However, Mark and Mike don't figure into that, so we could fill out the teams out of their lots if we decide to run it. If we don't have Dennis' dogs, we don't get to pick much. With them, we can be a bit more picky. The alternative is for only one of us to run, and we could put together a hell of a twelve-dog team."

"Are you thinking about the Beargrease?" he asked.

"I don't know," Josh said. "Probably not this year, unless the team comes together real good. Ultimately, we want to work toward longer-distance races, so maybe next year, and maybe not, depending on how things come together. I might hop in the truck and head over and check out the Beargrease, just scope it out a little, see what we're up against, how we stack up."

"Probably a good idea," Phil commented. "I wouldn't be surprised if you find out you stack up a little better than you think you might. You two are pretty serious about it."

"Well, we sound that way," Josh conceded. "We're doing pretty good for around here, but I sometimes wonder if we're not just sort of playing. Oh, well, by then, some of the time pressure will be off."

"You know, I've been thinking," Tiffany said. "One of the things we're going to need is a better dog box. We were jamming them in there this year to take 28 dogs for the race this winter, among the two trucks and four teams, and this year, we're going to have to take even more."

"You're right," Josh agreed. "I hadn't even thought about that. We'll need a bigger box if we're going to run bigger teams out of state, too. It'd have to be two levels, 20 to 24 dogs. I suppose that's something else I'll have to find time to build, but that could wait till after the pits shut down. God, it's going to be a busy summer."

"Did you figure out what you're going to do for furniture yet?" Phil asked.

"Furniture?"

Phil smiled. "Yeah, you know, things to sit on, sleep off of, cook with, things like that. It sort of goes with having your own place, you know."

Josh shook his head. "Christ no, it never entered my mind. Guess I'm going to have to hit some garage sales, or something. Damn, this gets more complicated every time I turn around."

"Things get like that," Phil commented. "Look, if it'll get you started, Brandy and I have an old armchair out in the garage, and a couple other things."

"I'll have to work on it," Josh said. "Fortunately, that's a bridge that doesn't have to be crossed today. There's going to be enough work just getting the thing down here and set into place. I'll just have to keep my eyes open and grab stuff as I need it."

"It's a big step," Phil agreed. "But, if it's any consolation, I think it's the right step for you. It'll be tough this summer, but in the end, it'll give you more chance to work with the dogs. You're building your team there, too."

**********

The next few days were busy indeed. It took hours of creeping down the state road from Warsaw to bring the mobile home down to Mark's. While the water heater was the major thing to deal with, Mark and Phil and Josh made up a list better than a page long of things that might as well get worked on before they could get to work on the property; these included little things, like missing drawer pulls and light bulbs needing replacing, to a thorough cleaning, and replacing the linoleum in the kitchen. Josh spent most of Sunday, and evenings that week, working with Mark and Phil on the place, and by the time that Phil had to leave for his next call, in Mexico City, they'd beaten the list down pretty good.

A few pieces of furniture had joined Phil's armchair, mostly from Mark and Jackie's attic, but there was still a lot to do. Josh decided that he wouldn't hurry about that, and try to deal with that as it came along. He could sleep in his sleeping bag for a while, if it came down to that.

He did find a little time to work with the dogs over the course of that week, and at least was able to get a glance at what they'd started calling the "Dennis Dogs" in action, and the two they'd gotten from Fred. So far, Josh had no reason to disagree with Tiffany's preliminary conclusions about the Dennis Dogs, and the two "Firedogs" looked promising. There was no way to be very sure about any of them until the weather cooled off, and they could run the dogs for a longer distance, but it looked like a good first step had been made.

On Thursday morning, Jackie got a message from Frank Matson, down at the bank, that the papers on the lot were ready to be signed. Jackie knew that the men were itching to get to work on the lot, and she didn't want the mobile home in her back yard more than necessary. "Josh is out on K-Pit," she told him. "They'll probably be at the Spearfish Lake Cafe at about 11:30."

Frank knew what that meant. Not only did he like railroads, he owned a piece of the railroad himself. Occasionally he filled in as a backup brakeman for Bud, more for the fun of it than anything else, and he'd been the one to corral the Kremling Aggregate job for the railroad in the first place, back in the aftermath of the Warsaw fire.

"I know how that works," he said. "I've made the K-Pit run a few times. Haven't managed to with the SD-38s yet, but I'll have to get free one of these days. I'll grab Binky, and we can do the closing over lunch."

Frank had sit in on a lot of real estate closings with Binky over the years. Usually they were in the conference room at the bank, but occasionally not, and sometimes they were in different places. One of the more unusual had been in the food tent at the winter festival, while waiting for the end of the Warsaw Run two years before. It had been below freezing in the tent, and people only got their hands out of gloves to sign paperwork. A meeting at the Spearfish Lake Cafe, with four railroad engines sitting outside, hardly ranked as out of the ordinary. Besides, he hadn't seen Walt Archer for a while. He and Walt had shared a couple of very intense days up at the Warsaw fire years before, and it would be good to see him again. This would be an easy one, and there would be time to talk for a while.

Naturally, it was the first day that K-Pit ran late while Josh and Danny were running it, so they were about twenty minutes late getting in. "What happened?" Walt asked as the two sat down at the table.

"Battery is dead on the pickup up at the pit," Danny reported. "I wound up having to run the length of the train twice."

"We'll take a spare up there tomorrow, and swap it," Josh said. "Don't know if the battery is bad, or if someone was screwing around with it, and maybe left the lights on. We'll try to roll a few minutes early, but we might be late tomorrow, too."

"Does Bud know about it?" Walt asked. "He might be able to change it tonight."

"Already talked to him on the radio about it," Josh said. "Bruce is running tonight, and he didn't want to ask him to do it."

In the distance, a fire siren sounded. "Probably another damn grass fire," Frank said. "As dry as it's been, we've been having too many. Anyway, we'd better get down to business, if you're running late," Frank said. "Since it's just on a property parcel, and a real small deal, there's not much we have to do."

Walt and Danny knew about the deal by now; Walt had even helped change out the water heater the night before, but he and Josh had agreed they'd better hold off another few days before they let his mother in on what was happening. It was pretty simple. Josh signed a few pieces of paperwork that had already been prepared, one of them a savings account withdrawal slip for the balance of the down payment; Frank signed a couple, and Binky had to sign, too. Walt signed a couple of places as a witness. There really wasn't a lot to do with it, and, all of a sudden, Josh was a landowner, and he had a date with Mark's Farmall and the bush hog for when the run was over with. Now, it would get serious; Mark had arranged to borrow the backhoe from the phone company over the weekend, and they hoped to find the sewer line, and get the pads for the mobile home at least dug and formed in over the weekend. Given a little luck, and continued dry weather, they hoped to have the mobile home in place in another week.

"Does it feel different?" Walt asked.

"Yeah," Josh said. "Now I know there's all the work I really have to do."

The waitress came over. "Phone for you, Walt," she said.

Walt got up. "Better go see about it," he said. He was back a couple minutes later. "That was Bud," he said. "That's another grass fire, out the north side of town a few miles, just the other side of the overpass."

"Near Busted Axle Road?" Josh asked, concerned. With just a lot, he had no fire insurance yet.

"Couple miles away, and on the other side of the state road, so it shouldn't be a problem, what with the wind direction what it is," Walt said, understanding Josh's concern. "The thing is, they're having to go up Lakeshore Drive to get to it. He tells us to go ahead and do the runby. Then, Chris, you and I'll run out and stop short of Lakeshore Drive, and call the office to get clearance to cross it from the fire department. They'll try to find a place where they don't have a fire engine coming for a few minutes, and we'll want to cob it to get across. Josh, Bud says to check in before you leave the property after you get back. If we're not back, we may have been held up too long, and you might have to come dogcatch us."

If Walt and Chris ran over twelve hours, they'd have to tie up the engines where they sat, under D.O.T. regulations. Josh and Danny might have enough time left to bring B-Pit back to Spearfish Lake. It was one of the hazards of running tight schedules with small crews, but Chris and Walt would have a couple hours leeway. More, if they left right now. "Millie, why don't you get that stuff to go for us?" Walt asked the waitress.

"Yeah, we might as well get rolling, and eat on the fly," Josh agreed.


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