“WE started later than I thought we would,” Charles told Anna. “But we’ve made pretty good time anyway. Baree Lake is still a mile or so away, but we’ll make camp here before it gets dark. The wind’s blown most of the last snow off the trees, and the branches will shelter us from any snowfall tonight.”

Anna looked around doubtfully.

Her expression made him laugh. “Trust me. You’ll be comfortable tonight. It’s getting up in the morning that takes some fortitude.”

She seemed to accept his assurance, which pleased him. “When will we go by the place Heather and Jack were attacked? ”

“We won’t,” he told her. “I...