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

He forgot about his discomfort when O'Neil met him in his tent.


"We may have found them, sir," she said without preamble. "There is a region north of us between two fair sized lakes within possible travel distance. The choppers saw some heat signatures and what might be trails."


"Are they sure the heat signatures are people and not moose or something?" The Colonel stripped off his outer layers and laid them to the side for his aide to clean and put away. He decided to switch to his customary dress blues for the strategy meeting he was going to call immediately.


"The sensors are calibrated to human temperature," she said. "Oh for goodness sake, let me take care of that. You won't be able to concentrate in the meeting. He felt her cool hands down the front of his base layer. She gripped him hard. 


"We don't have time for this," he said.


Chapter Thirty-six