Chapter Fourteen
Lucy
I leaned back in my chair, glancing around Wildlands. Wildlands Bar and Lodge was a favorite for locals and tourists. It was situated on the shores of Swan Lake, the centerpiece of Willow Brook. With its prime location, the lodge ran its own floatplane services, carrying tourists out in an array all across the wilderness of Alaska. Hunters, hikers, fishermen, sightseers, eco-tourists and more came here to stay and take off for distant parts. Wildlands Bar was busy all year, and tonight was no exception. Susannah and I had arrived before the rest of our friends and snagged a table right by the windows.
While Susannah took a call on her phone, I looked out over Swan Lake. Like most of Alaska, the view was spectacular. The lake’s far shore was roughly a half a mile ac
