Forty feet from the cabin, the dogs caught us and formed a circle around the two of us. They were vicious and large as they stood with fangs bared and the hair on their necks stiff and ridged, and I thought, this is it Montgomery, you’re a dead man. Fred was kicking and yelling at them but his puny actions had no impact on the pack as they moved in closer. He pulled his revolver pointing it at one dog but just before he pulled the trigger we heard the squeak of a door. The old woman stepped outside, raised her hand and the dogs immediately turned and ran back into the mountains. I looked up and stared at the legendary, Henrietta!
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