The crunch of footpads on the gravel road woke me, I’d been barely sleeping all night anyway. Even with my pistol stashed underneath the crumpled-up sweatshirt that had become my pillow, I just wasn’t at peace out under the stars. I’d seen too many bears in the Selkirks to sleep …
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