Silence.
For a moment, no one moved.
Then, gradually, the crowd began to cheer. They surrounded Milo, who stood with his tongue lolling and tail wagging, as if nothing extraordinary had occurred.
Nicole embraced Elena tightly, while the shaken woman was quietly led away, her sobs echoing as she disappeared into the crowd.
From that day forward, Cherry Valley’s tales included more than just weddings and harvests. People spoke of bravery, of truth finally spoken, and of a dog whose eyes seemed to hold something deeply human.
A wooden plaque was fixed to the well, reading:
“Here, Milo saved lives.
The dog who was a man.”