![]() ![]() Elka didn't believe her of course and went back home but when the coppers followed her and found the shack and some grisley things Kreagar had locked up in a box, Elka had to believe. She couldn't read so she had no idea what it said, but a woman named Magistrate Lyon told Elka that he was a killer named Kreagar and she was looking for him. See, he not only hunted animals, he hunted people.Įlka found all of this out when he sent her to town to do some trading and there she saw a picture with Trapper on it. He killed women and boys and whatever he felt I guess. ![]() Well things happened and she ended up living with Trapper for years. Her parents had left her with her nana and set out to see if they could find gold in the North. He decided to keep her and teach her to live off the land. ![]() She had gotten swept up into a storm (literally) and dumped near his hut. I wasn't interested in books about a trapper, but this was seriously NOT what I was thinking, not one bit.Įlka was found by Trapper when she was seven-years-old. It took me quite awhile to decide to read this book. He'd left the body in the thicket for the wolves to find. Scrap of hair and pink hung from the man's belt. Lad from Tucket lost his scalp to that knife. He left red drops in the white, fallen from his fish knife. Pictures all over his face, no skin left no more, just ink and blood. I sat high, oak branch 'tween my knees, and watched the tattooed man stride about in the snow. ![]()
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