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

Alastair picked himself up from the snow and watched the soldiers tackle Georgia and force her into the Jeep. He remembered the big one's name was Jones. He didn't seem to have a first name. The other one was Mike and Alastair didn't like him. The stories he told about sex, according to him, with girls of all ages who just spread their legs for him, made Alastair feel an uncomfortable combination of excitement and guilt. The guilt grew worse when Mike talked about what he'd do to the little bitch who stole the town's only whore away. Alastair knew he was talking about Georgia. He didn't want to speculate about what was under her clothes, at least not the way Mike did.


Chapter Fifty-One