Mutt leapt up to the seat of the snow machine as Kate thumbed the throttle and together they roared twenty-five miles over unplowed road to Niniltna, four miles past the village to the ghost town of Kanuyaq, and up the rutted, icy path to the Step. There, Kate dismounted, postholed through the snow to the…
From A Fine and Bitter Snow, the twelfth Kate Shugak novel: The grin had faded, and Dan looked tired and for the first time since she’d known him every one of his forty-nine years. “When’s the last time you had a vacation?” she said. He rubbed his face again. “I was Outside in October.” He…
Warning: Spoilers spoken here. Of course you’re all right. It’s the lock box. Commemorated in this scene, which begins It was entirely involuntary, a knee-jerk reaction. She didn’t stop to think about it, she just picked up the little tin lock box and let fly. It’s arc was swift and her aim was true. …
