Dove-grey and diaphanous, the drift of clouds blurred the mountain, obscuring her view of the distant fire tower. Trailing fingers of mist stroked the pines before sliding away, casting a veil-tailed net over the lake below. Even with her high-powered binoculars, it was difficult to follow the progress of the man on horseback who was skirting the lake. She shivered.

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