215- Judgment Day at Crippled Deer

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You are one of four people trapped in an isolated trading post somewhere in the Yukon territory. The blizzard outside making escape impossible. And you know that before the spring thaws release you, before you can leave this cabin behind you, one of your companions by consent of the others will be killed.

Listen now, as escape brings you less Crutchfield story, story, Judgment Day at Cripples Deer. I think and most unlikely that you ever heard of Cripple Deer Crossing, that you would have great difficulty locating it on a map, even though the Yukon for the most part is vast and empty.

Cripple Deer is a trading post, one sprawling pine log building, nothing more. But it's been my home and my business for 20 years now, and in the course of time I have grown fond of it.

The wind-grown fond of the bitter cruelty of the great North. He has fond two of the long winters, snowbound, dark, but the trappers and miners have all gone outside, and we wait alone for the coming of spring.

But of one such winter I am not fond. I still wake at times from dreaming of it, lie shuddering and fearful in the darkness. That was the winter of the black snow, when a horror came moaning on the wind a no man could look in another's eyes without shame and loathing and hate.

Listen, Leclerc. Listen to it. I know that sound and the grey skies and the black and the wet. It's gonna hit us before tomorrow morning. Oh, it's close. All right. What do you think, Joe?