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Isabelle stopped in mid-glide and listened closely. Even though it was past hunting season, it wasn’t unusual to hear rifles fired during the winter. But not this close to one of the lodges; that was just dangerous. She glanced down at her brown parka and the white snow pants she’d dragged on over her long underwear in the lobby restroom.
Great, she looked just like a tree in the snow. Not a hint of orange anywhere on her. She wasn’t even wearing a hat, just a simple black fleece headband. Her hair probably blended right in with the dark color of the surrounding tree trunks.
“Hey,” she shouted. “No guns this close to the lodge!”
Her voice echoed through the woods, but got no answer.
She still had a lot of thinking to do out here, but decided that it wasn’t worth the risk of running
