The Cold Friction of Men on Ridges and the Heavy Cost of Moving Ground
CHAPTER 1: THE WEIGHT OF THE IRON “Give me the Winchester, Silas. Before your hands shake bad enough to drop it down the draw.” The nylon of Ethan’s high-tech snow camouflage scraped against the oil-softened canvas of my shoulder. He was close enough for me to smell the synthetic energy bars on his breath and…