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

On the other side of the field from where the hunters sat huddled in a bush, a ghostly animal wandered out of the dark and began chewing on the willow growing in the meadow.


"Damn, look at that!" Bob whispered and pointed into the dusk.


"We only have about ten minutes of hunting time left," Frank peered into the dimming light. "Don't waste it."


"But the moose is white!" Bob said, "Maybe it's diseased." 


"It don't look diseased," Frank sighted through the scope of his rifle. "Look at the rack on it.


Bob lifted his rifle up to look through the scope. The antlers were immense. He imagined himself in a picture standing beside the beast, probably in an outdoors magazine with hunters all over just screwed up with jealously that he got the shot. He lined his sights up extra careful. The pair had been out every day for a week and this was the first time they'd seen anything other than cows or footprints. 


Chapter 55