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The weather today was beautiful. Cold as a polar bears taint but clear and sunny. I’d have no trouble at all making it to the way station that sat by the Jante River at the end of Prairie Smoke land. If one crossed the river – which was not recommended at this time of year or in spring when runoff made it a swollen, raging waterway of death – they’d be on Hollow Smoke property. We did our best to not interact with the asshole McCrary’s if at all possible. Because they were assholes. And racists. And sexists. And raging homophobes. Did I leave anything out? Oh yeah, they were assholes. There wasn’t one of the three McCrary brothers I didn’t want to punch in the face. Just for general principles. And the fact that they were elitist assholes.
It took only a short amount of time to load up the big sled that I’d pull behind the refurbished snowmobile I’d been tinkering with for the past year. The old Arctic Cat ran like a dream now and with all the new snow it was the most practical method of making the trek out to the Lone Vale cabin.
“Let us know when you arrive,” Nate said, worriedly stroking his black-and-silver beard as I tossed a leg over the Cat and settled down into the seat.
“I will. Stop fretting. I’ve done this before.” I pulled on some gloves then plunked my helmet down over my head.
“Yeah, I know, but this new year is starting off bad.”
I gave him a long look as I buckled my chin strap. “Technically you did that last year. That’s what happens when you decide to celebrate New Years Eve in the hay loft.”
“You can officially fuck all the way off to Lone Vale now.” His retort lacked any real ire. “Let us know when you arrive. Keep an eye out for wolves. Snow deep like it is they might be getting hungry and take a chance on easy pickings.”
“They’ll behave. They can probably find all kinds of sick and weak prey now. Stop trying to scare me with big bad wolf stories.”
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