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

Colonel Clayton Stone hated working around civilians. It was his sworn duty to protect the country and its citizens. He just didn't like them very much - a result of spending most of his life in the army, and most of that deployed in one zone or another. In a war zone, things are clear. His people did what he expected of them and there wasn't any confusion about purpose. 


He'd had an illuminating chat with Constable Little. From what the constable had shown him the car could only have come from an area along a mostly abandoned road. Possibly from the mine at the end of it. A mine site would be a perfect location for a terrorist camp. They would be free from surveillance and could build whatever they wanted in secret.


"Colonel," Lieutenant Mary O'Neil stood at the door of his tent. "Come," he said.


Chapter Twenty-Four