Unfortunately, two days of snow and sleet had followed. This morning it had actually been raining, which had depressed the hell out of everyone. If they wanted to ride in the rain, they could go back to Vermont. Trapped in the lodge, Bear watched Hank deal a hand of five-card draw. Not that Bear was able concentrate on the cards. He was going to go out of his mind very soon, unless the guide stepped into the lodge and gave him the pilots’ weather forecast. With one eye on the door, he anted up, placing a dollar bill in the center of the table. In his hand he found a pair of fours and not much else. Figures. Bear needed a break, and he needed it soon. And his poker hand was not the problem. They’d been stuck inside for forty-eight hours, basically. Except for trips to the lodge next door for all their meals, they’d been housebound by bad weather. And for each hour of poor visibility that passed, the odds that they’d go home with minimal footage increased. He stole another look at the door, as if he could force it open with his mind, like some kind of weather-beating Jedi.
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