Winter Sun
A seemingly routine deer hunt in the snowy mountains takes a dark turn when the protagonist discovers a frozen hand sticking out of the ground beneath an old willow oak. What secrets lie buried in the snow, and will she be able to maintain her composure and control as the police investigation unfolds?
Through the bite of the winter air, my thumb played with the neon blue release in my bare left hand. Though the winter chill bit at my skin, the feeling of another layer over my hands bothered me. I wanted to feel the Evolve bow against my palm. The cold metal resting against my fingers eased the headache that had been forming.
A breeze rustled through the trees, causing the bite in my hands to become too much to bear. Letting the bow rest against the tree stand's bar, I reached behind me to the backpack that hung on a branch. After a couple seconds of quietly digging, I found my winter gloves and pulled them out.
