p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;"span style="font-size: 10.5pt; font-family: Roboto,sans-serif; color: #000000; background-color: #ffffff; font-weight: bold; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"Scout's Perspective Episode 3:/span/p
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p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;"span style="font-size: 10.5pt; font-family: Roboto,sans-serif; color: #000000; background-color: #ffffff; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"Constable Grant came back into the Mountie Office and said we were going on rounds with Dr. Carter to protect her from the looming bandist. I tried to protest and ask if I could go alone with her because last time she was not happy when Nathan wanted to help. But I guess he does not understand dog language. /span/p
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p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;"span style="font-size: 10.5pt; font-family: Roboto,sans-serif; color: #000000; background-color: #ffffff; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"So here we are waiting in the buckboard for Dr. Carter. Nathan is in the front of the buckboard and I am in the back because I always have the Constable's six (and Dr. Carter's). Oh no! She does not look thrilled with Nathan but from the sounds of it she gives her nod of approval. I sense some tension between these two and I begin to wonder if they will ever talk about it. /span/p
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p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;"span style="font-size: 10.5pt; font-family: Roboto,sans-serif; color: #000000; background-color: #ffffff; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"Whew! Those last 3 patients were far from where we parked the wagon so I decided to take a little detour. Oops wrong move I guess! Nathan is talking badly about me in front of the lady…RUDE! He wants ME to catch the bandit but I don't know how I am supposed to do that all by…*scout barks* SQUIRREL!/span/p
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p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;"span style="font-size: 10.5pt; font-family: Roboto,sans-serif; color: #000000; background-color: #ffffff; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"Oops! Another distraction. I really wanted to change the squirrel but last the scent. The Constable was embarrassed because he thought I caught the scent of the bandit. My bad, (again) Constable. Once we arrive back to town Nathan fixes the wagon wheel and we head back to the Mountie office. /span/p
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p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;" /p
p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;"span style="font-size: 10.5pt; font-family: Roboto,sans-serif; color: #000000; background-color: #ffffff; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"Constable Grant came back into the Mountie Office and said we were going on rounds with Dr. Carter to protect her from the looming bandist. I tried to protest and ask if I could go alone with her because last time she was not happy when Nathan wanted to help. But I guess he does not understand dog language. /span/p
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p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;" /p
p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;"span style="font-size: 10.5pt; font-family: Roboto,sans-serif; color: #000000; background-color: #ffffff; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"So here we are waiting in the buckboard for Dr. Carter. Nathan is in the front of the buckboard and I am in the back because I always have the Constable's six (and Dr. Carter's). Oh no! She does not look thrilled with Nathan but from the sounds of it she gives her nod of approval. I sense some tension between these two and I begin to wonder if they will ever talk about it. /span/p
p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;" /p
p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;" /p
p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;"span style="font-size: 10.5pt; font-family: Roboto,sans-serif; color: #000000; background-color: #ffffff; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"Whew! Those last 3 patients were far from where we parked the wagon so I decided to take a little detour. Oops wrong move I guess! Nathan is talking badly about me in front of the lady…RUDE! He wants ME to catch the bandit but I don't know how I am supposed to do that all by…*scout barks* SQUIRREL!/span/p
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p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;" /p
p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;"span style="font-size: 10.5pt; font-family: Roboto,sans-serif; color: #000000; background-color: #ffffff; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"Oops! Another distraction. I really wanted to change the squirrel but last the scent. The Constable was embarrassed because he thought I caught the scent of the bandit. My bad, (again) Constable. Once we arrive back to town Nathan fixes the wagon wheel and we head back to the Mountie office. /span/p
