Chapter 4
The storm raged for another twenty-four hours. Before it began to clear, Grey prowled the cabin like a caged animal. He kept a close eye on Norgard, worried that he seemed to be sleeping most of the time.
He grabbed the old vet who’d set Norgard’s leg. “Are you sure he’s okay?”
The doctor grinned. “It’d take more than a busted leg and fighting bad weather to keep ol’ Dylan down for long. He can’t do anything else right now, just like the dogs, so he’ll sleep. It’s a thing you learn up here—let your body rebuild its energy when you get the chance. I expect those sixteen dogs are curled up in the straw over in the holding tents, tails over their noses, snoozing away. You’d be wise to do the same. By tomorrow, it’ll clear, and we’ll get you all to Fairbanks.”
Grey peered out the
