CHAPTER THREE
Sadie ducked, narrowly avoiding a heap of snow falling straight on her from the pines overhead. Instead, some of it hit her back and she let out an oof at the impact. Snow was heavier than it looked. Bobby Carson looked back at her with a frown at the noise and Sadie grimaced apologetically. The last thing they needed was to alert an angry bear to their presence.
As she followed Cooper and Carson, tiptoeing through the trees, she wondered if coming on this hunt had been a good idea. She knew no more about bears than the average Alaskan, and far from taking her mind away from her father’s condition, she was finding herself assailed with memories.
Or at least, one memory in particular.
Most of the locals who lived out in the hinterlands liked to hunt, and her father had som
