Chapter 37

12

“Snow, snow, go away. Come again another day,” Hugh grumbled as he opened the cabin door.

It was Saturday again, a week after the first real snowstorm, which had been followed two days later by a second, if not as intense one. Now, it was snowing yet again. Softly, but it was still snow.

Ansel joined him, wrapping his arms around him. “As much as I hate to say it, we need to go hunting.”

Hugh nodded. “At least we’re fine on firewood, for the time being.” He moved aside to let Orion out. The dog dashed down the path through the snow toward the privy, then the one to the stream, and finally the one across the field to the trees. It hadn’t taken him more than a day to understand clearing the paths was his chore and he’d taken to it enthusiastically—with a little help from the men to complete it.