Chapter 50

With the wind kicking up and the heavy snow pelting down on us, it took almost fifteen hours to get to Margin. A little better than a mile per hour. We had to stop several times for Grady to pick up the town's scent again and to let him rest since he pulled all of us on the sleigh while injured.

It was a good thing I'd stolen the coat from the brothel at Old Man's Den, or otherwise, I don't think I would've made it. As it was, by the time we arrived in Margin, I couldn't feel any part of my body despite Archer shifting to keep me and himself warm. After bursting through the door of an inn with winter savaging our backs, the innkeeper took pity on us and put us in a room for one night in exchange for the nearly full bottle of booze I'd also stolen from the brothel.