Todd shoved his Igloo cooler, putting it against the ice shack’s door.
Peering at dead-eyed fishermen outside, he couldn’t find the source of the limp red cords now drilled into their heads.
Behind him, a cord rose snakelike from an augered hole in lake ice.
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