An Illness, A Duel, A Runaway Horse
In the blue Canadian Rockies...“How much further?” “Not far,” Eliot grinned, hoisting the pack on his shoulder, “you’re gonna love this. I swear.” I wiped my brow, grabbing a branch as I leapt over another slick dip in the trail. The sun was warm, and the snow was long gone. But the ground this time of year was still glazed in ice, all pearly and hard as enamel. “You sure you know where you’re going?” He stopped, squinting around the dense evergreens,...