With the wind kicking up and the heavy snow pelting down on us, it took almost fifteen hours to get to Margin. A little better than a mile per hour. We had to stop several times for Grady to pick up the town's scent again and to let him rest since he pulled all of us on the sleigh while injured.

It was a good thing I'd stolen the coat from the brothel at Old Man's Den, or otherwise, I don't think I would've made it. As it was, by the time we arrived in Margin, I couldn't feel ...