2 Chapter 2

“That dog won’t hunt! I don’t think you’re going anywhere for a while.”

The man pulled his right glove off with his teeth and extended his hand. “I’m Caleb. I live not far from here.”

“I’m Jarrod. I’m on my way home for Christmas.”

“Damn, son!” Caleb kept his warm hand clasped over Jarrod’s. “Feels like you’re frozen solid already. Come on up to the house and thaw out a bit. The way the snow’s coming down right now, we’d just be pissing in the wind if we tried to dig you out.” He placed the lantern on the ground and, removing the other glove, held the pair out for him.

Jarrod cast a doubtful glance toward the sled with the chopped wood and axe. “Maybe I should stay with my truck. Perhaps you could send someone?”