Poachers roamed these waters, preying on whoever crossed their path. Nolan had heard the rumors—stories of people being robbed or going missing and about entire camps run by ruthless criminals. He’d never come face-to-face with such men, but the notion of them haunted his dreams.
His cabin sat perched on a slight elevation near a frozen inlet. Thick snow blanketed the roof, forming icicles that dripped whenever a rare shaft of sunlight warmed the rafters. Inside, everything was tidy: a narrow bed, a wood stove, and a small table with fishing tackle.