Sarah has just found the dugout of a fur trader and is investigating.
The door opened easily as Sarah pushed it gently inward. Light sprang instantly through the opening chasing away some of the darkness. There was a pile of furs heaped along one wall; a table and two chairs that were far from being crude and a large fireplace on the far end of the room. The only sound that Sarah could hear was the sound of her own breathing. Continue reading