Big Salmon Lake Shinkō

he could only assume he had struck a cord with the man he called his strong arm. this warmed him, of course. even if his reasoning for ever saying such things may have been with his own interests in mind.

we will need to decide where to go from here.

the lake was desirable, but it seemed to lack as well. no cover or shade when the sunny months would eventually return. He did not shield them in dark winter forever.

perhaps north or west?

truthfully, he was in no rush to make plans. he was content to give his sermons behind the hunter's tracks, whichever way they went.