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

"So." Darren closed his eyes and leaned against the wall. "It's time, is it?"


"The Colonel believes he has a mole in his command. He wants someone who is completely separate from his people to infiltrate the White Moose."


"You do have a unique qualification the rest of us lack," Jim looked ashamed to be stating it, as if recognizing Darren wasn't white was a social gaffe.


"I'm Cree, and so I could be one of the enemy."


"Unfortunately yes, I don't like it, but if you are willing, we do need to get information from inside the organization."


"I won't be able to just walk up and join them. Anyone from here will know who I am."


"I think you're going to have to snap in a big way, something to make the news and give you credibility."


"Lyanne suggested the gangs were involved in a big way. We'll find an excuse to make a move on one of the gangs. You accuse us of racism and resign."


Chapter Thirty-eight