Chapter 100: Winter
BOOK 2 LOST & BOUND
The full January moon reflected brilliantly off the crust of snow covering the frozen lake. The frosty topping crunched beneath each footfall, but the lone man was the only soul around to hear it. The walk across the lake took him the better part of an hour. He could have driven the snowmobile but had opted against it. It wasn't that he didn't want to wake anyone. He simply appreciated the pre-dawn quiet.
Reaching the far shore, he headed up the hill in the direction of the trail he knew by heart, covered by snow or not. He wore a head-lamp but the moonlight made it unnecessary. He didn't stop until he reached a fork in the trail. He knew there was an old cabin at the end of the left fork, but he shifted the shotgun slung over his shoulder
