He Cut the Chain, but the Dog Was Too Weak to Run

Not toward him.

Against him.

All at once.

The dog’s forehead struck Jack’s collarbone, his front legs folded, and his entire weight sagged into Jack’s chest as if those rusted links had been the last thing holding him upright.

Jack dropped the tool and caught him.

“Whoa. Easy.”

The dog didn’t bark.

He didn’t snap.