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Yes!” She smiled with her hair pulled back with an Indian braid. “He looks so majestic!”
Reuger turned to the back seat again.
“You see him, Kurt?”
The boy came forward and moved his head one way and then the next, his large brown eyes searching the sky.
“Where? Oh yeah!”
“Looks great, doesn’t he?”
Kurt stared at his father and smiled slowly with two large teeth.
“He looks free, dad,” he shouted.
ACKNOWLEDGMENTS
Many, many thanks to Joe Coccaro for recognizing Jack Pine for being something special. And to Leticia for her great representation. To John Koehler, once again, for pushing ahead with a big logging book that needed to be published. And of course to my wife and her parents, Vern and Shirley Ciske, for showing me the Boundary Waters and the Northwoods for the first time. And to Don and Connie Stocks, for their years of hospitality in the Northwoods. And the deputy sheriff who put up with a novelist asking questions. Many thanks. And to all the people of the Northland with whom I spent many years.
This book is for you.
William Hazelgrove, Jack Pine
