Alone in a Cabin for the Winter
by Frank Reliance
I’d never spent a winter in this tiny cabin, hundreds of miles away from anyone, where no roads went. I had a lot of learning to do to survive and fast! The only way back home is the bush plane scheduled to pick me up in the spring or a death-march through the frigid woods for days. What was I thinking in coming here? If anything goes wrong I’ll die alone in the bush, frozen!