Monthly Archives: December 2012
The Long Hunt
If Hell was a cold place, and not the blazing inferno that old preacher Sullivan used to rant about during his Sunday sermons back in Sandersville, Jesse Cade was sure he had found it.
He prodded his horse, whose entire body trembled and shook beneath Jesse’s own sore and numb midsection. But the action brought little result. The horse tried to plod forward through the snowdrifts, which were above the creature’s knees. And then it would tire, and stop as its breath froze painfully before it could even completely exhale.
“Come on, just a little more,” Jesse muttered, wincing as each breath he took in burned and stung the lining of his throat, working downward into his chest. “The sun’s dropping fast. We’ll make camp soon.”