Chapter 1 · free to read
Bitterroot backcountry, Montana. First frost of the season, and the third logging crew this year to have a man killed by something the county wrote down as a bear.
Nine days. That is how long before the county gives up and sends hunters up this ridge to shoot whatever moves on it.
Every crew on this mountain had lost somebody. Not one of them would say the word out loud.
Rusted flatbeds and chain on federal ground, and nobody at the gate to ask about it.
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