JACK SAT ON THE FRONT steps of their small cabin watching the snowfall. It was piled up just deep enough to force him to shovel snow in order to open the stable door. The horses returned a few days earlier from the other side of the pass where he and Cabal had abandoned them in order to follow Pony through the thicket when Tom was attacking the cabin. Jack was hopeful they would find their way back and was thankful when they did. He needed to find an elk to rebuild their food supply and wasn’t looking forward to hunting in the snow on foot. The horses were secure in the stables, fed, rubbed down and watered. Now he had a moment to relax while Nicole and the twins slept.
Jack climbed the porch steps and sat on the rocking chair Cabal had made for Nicole. He leaned back and took in the view
