*Photos: Eddie Gianelloni --> Haleakala: The Fast W ay “Mainland, yea?” Biting the top of her knuckle, the old wooden desk creaking as she leaned in heavy. Pressing the phone to her ear and tripoding her elbows on the desk, she listened close for a few more seconds then looked up at me and asks: “So the dogs came after you?” her tanned forehead crinkling into the shape of a ‘V’. “Well, no. Not really.” Pausing mid sentence and putting myself in the ranchers boots on the other end of the phone line; this must sound ridiculous. A runner from the mainland with no shirt and short shorts wanders off his ranch into the Kaupo General Store and wants to know why his dogs, specially trained to protect the livestock, come after him when he runs towards the livestock. Meg presses the old phone back to her ear then leans back in her springy office chair: “Okay, thanks John, got it.” I wander aimlessly in the cubical sized store. Meg tilts her head, pin
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