Jeff Kurland didn’t have a gun. Jeff Kurland didn’t have a
chance. The rancher knew that even as he scanned the cabin for a weapon, any
weapon. He was trapped with a killer who had a pistol in his hand and a bounty
on his head. And outside, the pogonip swirled and fell, an icy blanket of fog
that settled like a shroud over every living thing. Death would creep into the
cabin with the bone-chilling cold or slice through him with the speed of a
bullet. Either way, time was running out…for both of them. Download and start listening now!