Huck Finn mushed his dogs, he had a one-legged man he had to get back to his wife in time for the birth of their child. Molly Lee McMasters hugged a six-month-old baby to her breast. The temperature was fifty-eight degrees below zero and falling fast. In the far distance, loomed the mountain they had to cross—shrouded in ominous gray-black snow clouds.
The sled was the only thing moving. Except for the commands Huck issued to Bright, there was no sound. While mushing, the silence was not so evident, but when they stopped to let Jass get his blood flowing, it descended and enveloped them. The country became bigger; they became smaller—insignificant beings in an enormous universe.
An excerpt from RESOLUTION, a work in progress by Andrew Joyce
“We’ve been hearing a lot about you, Mister Carmack. Is it true that you have found the Bonanza Gold?”
In way of an answer, Carmack reached inside his coat and pulled out a leather pouch—a rather large leather pouch. He delicately untied the strings, and then with a dazzling smile that would have given the midnight sun a run for its money, George Carmack emptied the contents onto the table.