Dog at the End of the Lane

By Mak James

My book, Dog at the End of the Lane, is a story about a young boy who finds a cute and unfriendly lonely little dog at the end of his driveway that leads to the boy's house. The young boy works very hard to win the little dog's affection. Through the twist of fate, they depend on each other to stay alive and save each other from certain doom!

• Language: English
• Publisher: Christian Faith Publishing, Inc.
• Release date: Oct 6, 2022
• ISBN: 9781685707859

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Dog at the End of the Lane

Mak James

ISBN 978-1-68570-784-2 (paperback)

ISBN 978-1-68570-785-9 (digital)

Copyright © 2022 by Mak James

All rights reserved. No part of this publication may be reproduced, distributed, or transmitted in any form or by any means, including photocopying, recording, or other electronic or mechanical methods without the prior written permission of the publisher. For permission requests, solicit the publisher via the address below.

Christian Faith Publishing

832 Park Avenue

Meadville, PA 16335

www.christianfaithpublishing.com

Printed in the United States of America

Table of Contents

Dog at the End of the Lane

About the Author

The Dog at the End of the Lane

Out of my way, Prince Robbie, or feel the steel of my sword!

Never, Lord Gorloff. This is my kingdom, and I will defend it to the end!

Then you will die, little prince! And Lord Gorloff's sword came slicing through the wind, just missing Prince Robbie's head by a gnat's whisker as the prince ducked and rolled up behind Lord Gorloff.

He swung his handmade sword at Gorloff's back, just nicking the black-robed lord. Gorloff screamed in anger as his sword came whistling by the young prince's left ear.

The two warriors circled each other for a minute like two lions ready to pounce on their prey.

Then in a blink of an eye, their swords met in midair with a thundering steel clash that could be heard for miles! Lord Gorloff's blow nearly knocked the young prince's sword from his hand as he brought the razor-like edge of his sword to the base of the prince's neck.

Huge bubbles of sweat oozed from the prince's face as he struggled to keep the sword of death at bay. Just as Lord Gorloff's sword was about to put an end to the young prince Robbie…

Robbie! Robbie! It's time to come in and get washed up for supper! hollered Robbie's mom.

Robbie unwrapped himself from a low-lying limb of the huge maple tree in his front yard. As he walked away carrying his cedar stick sword, he stopped and glared at the limb, pointed his cedar stick at it, and said, We will meet again someday, Lord Gorloff!

Robbie was a young boy who lived on a small farm off Highway A in South Central Miller County in the Ozarks. To get to his house, you had to turn off the