Clouds hung heavy and low. Snow had started falling again. He had no way of knowing if the call had gone through—if anyone was coming. He wrapped his arms around himself and tried to think. Then, a distant sound.
It was faint, almost lost in the wind, but there—low engines. Snowmobiles. Multiple. The poachers froze. One raised his head like a startled dog. “Did you hear that?” Another second passed before bright lights swept across the far ridge.