When Dustin first runs into the scrawny but fierce Buck, little does he know what is in store for him. Follow along as Dustin spends his days fishing, hunting, biking, and making new friends.

But what happens when his best friend is in danger? Can Dustin help him out without betraying his trust?
Buck n the boy is a deeply affecting story of forming lasting friendships beyond first impressions, overcoming loss and hardship with the support of one’s trusted companions, forgiveness, and reconciliation. The tenderness at the heart of this story will leave you teary-eyed but with a smile on your face.


Excerpt from Buck & The Boy © Copyright 2023 Marco Mcdewey

It was the last day of September. I was turning thirteen in October and was looking forward to finally becoming a teenager. It seemed as if manhood was around the corner. I had just returned home from school and the first thing I had to do was to get my chores done. I picked up the two big bags of garbage and headed toward the back gate that opened into the alley where the garbage bins stood. As I approached the gate, I could hear some rummaging amid the garbage cans. I heard grunts and snorts, almost bear-like. But my family lived in a small town in the desert, where bears weren’t common. I thought maybe this was a cougar or a coyote. I opened the back gate slowly. I could see the garbage cans shaking back and forth, and heard the sounds of a hungry animal. Quietly I set the bags down, and picked up a big stick that lay on the ground by the gate. I edged toward the garbage cans, close enough so that I could touch one can with the stick. I reached out and gave the garbage can a slight thump. The sounds stopped suddenly, as if whatever was inside was waiting for something else to happen. So again I hit the garbage can, a little harder this time. There was a sudden burst of energy, as the animal jumped out of the can, to land on all fours! That startled me so much that I dropped the stick and froze. The beast stood there, staring me right in the eye. I took a step back, only to trip over my stick and land with a thud on my backside. I studied the animal, realizing quickly that it was a dog. Thrown off balance as I was by this jack-in-the-box surprise, I was not really frightened of the creature. I had never met a dog that didn’t like me, nor had I ever met a dog that I also didn’t like. After all, a dog spelled backward is God, so what could be better than that?

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