The locals called it Frostwater Ridge because the wind never stopped moving there—it just changed directions to find new ways into your bones. I came here for quiet. After fifteen years in the teams and two deployments too many, quiet felt like a kind of medicine.
My name is Caleb Rourke, retired Navy SEAL. The only company I wanted was my dog, a German Shepherd named Ranger. He’d been trained for work before I ever met him, but life had chewed him up and spat him out the same way it does to soldiers. We understood each other.
