Winterkill
Chapter One
Winterkill
Twelve Sleep County, Wyoming
A storm was coming to the Bighorn Mountains.
It was late December, four days before Christmas, the last week of the elk hunting season. Wyoming game warden Joe
Pickett was in his green four-wheel drive pickup, parked just below the tree line in the southern Wolf range. The
terrain he was patrolling was an enormous wooded bowl, and Joe was just below the eastern rim. The sea of dark pines in
the bowl was interspersed with ancient clear-cuts and mountain meadows, and set off by knuckle-like granite ridges that
defined each small drainage. Beyond the rim to the west was Battle Mountain, separated from the Wolf range by Crazy
Woman Creek, which flowed, eventually, into the Twelve Sleep River.
It was two hours away from nightfall, but the sky was leaden, dark, and threa ... read full excerpt from Winterkill: A Joe Pickett Novel ebook
