He gives me a cruel smile that doesn’t reach his eyes. “A man was mauled to death by a bear last month not too far from here, so you have fun with that.”

I try not to show how scared his words make me, but getting eaten by a bear is not high on my to-do list. “Fine,” I relent. “I’ll just sit here all night.

Surely, that won’t be too much trouble for you.”

“How old are you? Are you even old enough to be in here?”

“I’m nineteen. I’m old ...