Chapter 14
Danny spent the next couple of weeks in a happier place, in the mountains miles from his troubles in Clearwater. His ancestral home he called it the first summer he brought Grim up for a weekend camping trip. It had been his father’s place, and his grandfathers before that.
Ten acres of land, including a small mountain lake with a modest supply of sunfish and catfish, and a one-room cabin, accessible by only one narrow backwoods lane. Besides him, only Clara, Grim, and the propane man came with any regularity, and that was just what Danny needed.
When he was ten, after his mother’s abrupt run-out, his father had moved them up there. The cabin was drafty and leaking, the road a washout, no power, wood heat and cooking, no television, no friends. Danny had hated it, and he
