Chapter Twenty Two-The Viking Returns

As the bitter cold of the late evening air whistled around him and a chill settled into his bones, Haldir knelt down on the peak of the rocky ridge that divides the glacier from the flat, desolate land of the tundra. He saw four human men walking back and forth in the small encampment and the black pickup truck Pete described coming up the road.

That truck likely held Mitchell Riley and Haldir was saving that dirty bastard for last.

Haldir nodded to himself as he thought things over and combed his fingers through his beard. The memory of Mory lying bleeding on the floor like