Author:
Alex McGilvery has been reading since before he can remember, and writing almost that long. He has published 18 books and is author and editor at his imprint Celticfrog Publishing. He lives in Kamloops with his dog and the stories clawing their way out of his head.

A white moose, seen as a spirit animal by the Cree is shot. The hunters are murdered, then the hunting lodges burned to the ground. A group calling themselves the White Moose Clan has declared war on Canada and Spruce Bay is caught in the middle. Jim and Leigh struggle with escalating tensions between groups in town as events spiral out of control.

Spruce Bay

Jim didn't want to go into work. They'd stayed up and watched old movies and talked more than they had in months, maybe years. It felt like the times before Leigh had got sick the first time, when he didn't have to worry about her getting anxious or depressed.


Now he lay in bed beside the warmth of her body and delayed the inevitable. 


"Not me." Jim rolled out of bed and grabbed his clothes. Staff would probably have him cruising the back roads, so he put on his warmest pair of long johns. If he ended up riding a desk instead, they were easy enough to take off. He was out the door in record time. 


The truck was buried under at least fifteen centimeters of snow. At least it was light and fluffy so brushing it off was quick. He jumped in the truck and started it up. The windshield wipers cleared the last of the snow except for a large smear where a piece of paper was stuck under the wiper blade.


Chapter 32