
The summer route from Fort Ross to Black Fort had lost its canoe in the rapids, so ammunition and winter stores now travelled on eight pack-horses. A land journey of one hundred and fifty miles sounds short until every load, animal, and rifle must cross it with us. You step into this one-chapter preview with David at the center, where choices turn on the people, promises, and pressure already in the room. The first night under snow began with wet buffalo robes, a low fire, and no certainty that every horse had reached the grove. The chapter closes on a continuation question rather than resolving the novel's larger arc.
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