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Fremont and his golden retriever, Bo, tramp through a temperate forest of hardwoods and pine. Pollen motes dance and swirl in the late afternoon rays as the boy in his early teens pauses, removes his damp leather rimmed hat, and squints away the blur. Swigging from a bota slung over a worn canvas backpack, he spills some water into his cupped palm to allow the dog a drink. "I haven't seen any sign of the others, Bo. You getting anything?" The four-legged companion shakes himself, noses the air.&
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