The Wolf Sat Beside the Lake for Three Days, and No One Understood Why

Grant believed names made people invent stories that could get them hurt.

Their final argument had been about the lake.

A thaw before Christmas had softened the spring-fed inlet on Copperline’s north end. The cold returned hard after New Year’s, sealing the surface under fresh snow, but Grant had warned Samuel that the ice there could look sound while continue reading …