Meal

Both men load rifles, a kerosene lamp their only light.

“It’s prowling around the outskirts of the cabin,” the ranger says, eyeing the door. “Will that thing try to break in?”

“Wendigo only eat men,” the old Algonquin nods. “We’re its only meal for fifty miles.”


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