“Get out of here,” he barked. “This town doesn’t feed strays.”
The crowd laughed louder.
Eleanor wanted to disappear.
She had no home.
No family.
No one left to defend her.
Then, just as the storm grew stronger and her strength began to fail, the laughter suddenly stopped.
A shadow appeared at the far end of the street.
A massive man stepped out of the blizzard.
His coat was made of thick buffalo hide.