Excerpts for Calico Dorsey : Mail Dog of the Mining Camps

Al Stacy almost missed the stray huddled on the porch. Wistful brown eyes looked up at him from the shadows. Al sighed. "Come on," he said, opening the door.
His brother, Everett, was stirring a pot while Everett's daughter, Nellie set the table.
"Where'd you find him?" asked Nellie.
"He sort of found me," said Al, shaking the rain off his hat. Everett dished up four plates of stew over biscuits. Nellie brought one to the wet dog, then sat beside him, stroking his bedraggled fur.
"What's his name, Uncle Al?"
"I think I'll call him Dorsey."
Al's new dog wagged his tail.