Chapter 25

Daniel was all for that. The temperature had dropped considerably and now that he wasn’t concentrating on shooting, he began to feel the cold. They started back and were, according to Griffin, about a mile from home when snow began to fall.

“This is not a light flurry,” Daniel said, heartily wishing he was wearing boots when the wind kicked up and the snow pelted them, even under the cover of the trees.

“It’s going to get worse,” Griffin told him as they began plowing through the sudden drifts piling up along what was, from Daniel’s point of view, a now invisible path.

“You do know where you’re going?” Daniel asked, taut with worry.

“I do.” Griffin gave him an encouraging smile. “After all, I’ve lived here forever.”