Lowering the binoculars a second time, Emmett ran a hand through his curls to corral them, but the moment he opened his fingers, the wind played with his hair again. He pulled up the hood of his coat, its fur lining protecting him from the worst of the gusts, and turned from Aliak. They’d enter the town tomorrow, sometime after dawn, when they could blend in with others traveling to enjoy the race. If they approached tonight, their appearance so late in the day would surely be noticed, and even in the wilds of Alaska, a countenance like Jack’s would stand out.