Chapter 2
Grey swallowed his disappointment. He hadn’t gotten off to a great start with Norgard, but up close, the big man was even more impressive than he’d appeared on television. He must be six-foot-six and built like a small mountain.
Gruff, though not really hostile. Yeah, of course he’s right. This is serious stuff, with the cold and snow, moose and wolves, and God knows what else out there.
The bottom line was a musher and his dogs against nature and the worst it could throw at you. It was no game for the weak, any way you cut it. Grey knew quite a few women raced now—more since Libby Riddles’ historic Iditarod win. One, a lady named Aliy Zirkle, had finished second several times and was a fan favorite, sure to win soon. Still, it was basically a man’s game, or at least one for t
