Sable

By Karen Hesse and Marcia Sewall

Tate is overjoyed when a scrawny mutt turns up in the yard one day. She even persuades Mam and Pap to let her keep Sable, named for her dark, silky fur. But before long, the dog begins to cause trouble with the neighbors and Mam and Pap decide the dog must go. But Tate doesn't give up easily . . . and neither does Sable.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Macmillan Publishers
• Release date: Nov 17, 2015
• ISBN: 9781250103581

Karen Hesse

Karen Hesse is the author of many books for young people, including Out of the Dust, winner of the Newbery Medal, Letters from Rifka, Brooklyn Bridge, Phoenix Rising, Sable and Lavender. In addition to the Newbery, she has received honors including the Scott O’Dell Historical Fiction Award, the MacArthur Fellowship “Genius” Award and the Christopher Award, and was nominated for a National Jewish Book Award. Born in Baltimore, Hesse graduated from the University of Maryland. She and her husband Randy live in Vermont.

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For Dad

—K. H.

For Amy, Danny, and Vernon, and Kelly and Michael

—M. S.

1 / The Arrival

Mam would not hear about having a dog. She didn’t like them, none of them. She didn’t even like Mr. and Mrs. Cobb’s old hound, Truman. And Truman was as easygoing as a flat tire.

I had no hope of getting a dog when Sable wandered down off the mountain last October. The maples had turned flame red, and that morning, frost glittered on the windshield of Pap’s pickup.

Eden, Mam’s crimp-tailed cat, saw the dog first. She arched her back and hissed at the porch door.

What is it? Mam asked. Mam stood tall at the sink, toes turned out, looking over her shoulder.

Eden growled in her gray, silk throat. She flattened her ears.

There’s a dog out here, Mam! I said, pressing against the storm door.

Get your hand off that latch, Tate Marshall, Mam ordered.

She marched across the kitchen toward me, wiping her hands on her apron, and peered out the back door.

Eden was all riled up, hissing and growling and looking three times her size, while the dog just sat, drooping on the back porch. Bones held together by a dark brown coat, that’s all she was. The longer she sat, the more she sagged, till her nose nearly touched the porch floor.

Poor dog, I whispered, touching my fingers to the glass.

The dog looked up—not at me exactly; not at Mam, either. She stared at nothing in particular. Just moved her head in the direction of the kitchen door.

Her stirring scared Eden half to death. Mam’s cat slipped like gray smoke behind the fridge.

The dog staggered to her feet and wobbled a step or two away from us. Then she stopped. She leaned against the porch rail, panting.

She looks awful thirsty, Mam, I said. Should I put some water out for her?

Mam’s face tightened a bit, but then she nodded. I guess some water would be okay, she said. Just push the bowl out the door, Tate. Don’t you go out there yourself. There’s no trusting a stray.

Yes, ma’am, I said, filling a small mixing bowl with cool water. Should I feed her something, too?

Not a bite, Tate, Mam said. "Don’t even think about giving that dog

Reviews for Sable

[heather19_1 · Rating: 4 out of 5 stars]

A wonderful story about a girl and the dog she desperately wants to keep.