CHAPTER 5LAND OF STARVATION
The last day of the month another snow storm burst out of a leaden February sky and big, soft snowflakes hurled themselves with unrelenting fury at the earth. It was as though the winter knew its days were numbered, and wanted one last blizzard before spring’s warmth forced it into retreat.
For two hours, chafing under inaction, John paced restlessly back and forth in the house. While such a storm raged, there was nothing he could do in the forests. And yet it seemed that he must be out there. The wolf hunt had been an exciting and adventurous interlude and would be remembered as such. But, sharp before him, was the mental image of the thin, starved deer he and Lew Bangorst had seen in the deer yards.
He knew that wild turkeys, ruffed grouse, cottontail and s
