Rebecca was running her team and had been out since 8 a.m. It was noon now, and in another hour she would be home. The dogs were moving well, trotting steadily, eating up the miles. She was pleased with their progress, pleased with Raven and Cookie’s strengthening leadership abilities, pleased with the number of dogs that could still make her A-team. December was the hardest training month. The days were short and the miles were long. The instinct was to hibernate next to a woodstove with a good book, but she knew she had to run the dogs farther and longer in spite of the bitter cold and the endless dark. She hadn’t seen Mac since that last awkward encounter at her cabin, though no doubt he’d be at the Dodges’ tonight for their traditional Christmas Eve supper. Rebecca had wrapped all her presents the night before. She was also taking a Christmas stollen she had baked, a vegetable casserole and three bottles of reasonably good wine. Unexciting fare but not bad for the bush. Ellin was baking a big ham and some Yukon Gold potatoes, and Sam, the man with the sweet tooth, would probably contribute his delicious homemade fudge to the feast.
What do You think about Across A Thousand Miles (2002)?
