An Excerpt from “Sarah Of The Wilderness”

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