Winter has already claimed the high country. When Gideon Holt rides into a frozen beaver marsh, he finds a trapping brigade slaughtered, their camp burned to ribs and their iron left behind in the ice. No scalps taken. No clear trail. Just frozen blood beneath thin gray water and crows waiting in the trees. Something is wrong. With a greenhorn survivor half-dead from cold and fear, Gideon is forced to stay in country that wiser men would flee.
Snow is deepening. Supplies are thin. And whoever destroyed the brigade may still be watching from the timberline. In the Rocky Mountains, winter kills without mercy. But men can be worse. BLOOD IN THE BEAVER MARSH is a hard-edged mountain man adventure of survival, vengeance, and the quiet violence of the American frontier.
Winter has already claimed the high country. When Gideon Holt rides into a frozen beaver marsh, he finds a trapping brigade slaughtered, their camp burned to ribs and their iron left behind in the ice. No scalps taken. No clear trail. Just frozen blood beneath thin gray water and crows waiting in the trees. Something is wrong. With a greenhorn survivor half-dead from cold and fear, Gideon is forced to stay in country that wiser men would flee.
Snow is deepening. Supplies are thin. And whoever destroyed the brigade may still be watching from the timberline. In the Rocky Mountains, winter kills without mercy. But men can be worse. BLOOD IN THE BEAVER MARSH is a hard-edged mountain man adventure of survival, vengeance, and the quiet violence of the American frontier.