The snow made a comforting sound beneath the horse’s hooves as we made our way along the tree line. The trees were cedars, and being heavy with snow I could not see into the forest, but I knew they were pacing me, hidden there in the trees. Were they natives, were they animals, demons? The mind does funny things to a man out here on the snows, alone with his thoughts.
Sunrise was only moments away now and the pinks and oranges coming from the east were reassuring to me. Stars still littered the skies, but I felt somehow like with the sun I would find some refuge from the people in the trees.
How could I have known how wrong I was?
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