![]() ![]() Milwaukee knew about the old man, knew how he was strong deep down, knew the information they were after would never come from him. Although he meant it, he’d have been disappointed in the Indian if he broke for he felt a rare companionship with the old man that had nothing to do with the business between them but was something in their spirits, something indomitable, something the nervous man by the fire would never understand. “Just tell us how to get to the woman and I won’t hurt you anymore,” Milwaukee offered. The almond eyes looked steadily at Milwaukee, as if there were not at all a flame between them. “See.” Milwaukee brought the angry glow inches from his face. Milwaukee grasped the long gray hair and lifted the old man’s head. ![]() Or, Milwaukee thought as he approached with the burning stick, a puppet who’d broken his strings. The campfire lit the old man as if he were a single actor in a command performance. Behind him, darkness closed like a black curtain over the rest of the deep woods. He was naked, although the night was cool and damp enough to make his blood steam as it flowed down his skin over the washboard of his ribs. The old Indian hung spread-eagled between two small birch trees, secured to the slender trunks by nylon cords bound about his wrists and ankles. The end of the stick glowed red, and two licks of flame leaped out on either side like the horns of a devil held in Milwaukee’s hand. “Your ball game.” Milwaukee stepped to the campfire and pulled a long beechwood stick from the coals. ![]() He squeezed his hands together and jerked his head toward the Indian. “I’ll get what you want, only it won’t be coming from him.” “I thought you guaranteed results,” the nervous one said. “I can go on, but the Indian’s not going to talk. Milwaukee turned away from the Indian and addressed the two men sitting by the campfire. And that, Milwaukee knew, was his undoing. Milwaukee allowed himself the dangerous luxury of admiring the old man fully. He has characters with depth, a style that combines realism with resonance, a great eye for setting, and he can churn out a fine plot.” - Toronto Globe & Mail “In Boundary Waters, Krueger has created a fearful and scary novel of flight, hunting and betrayal, told within the framework of human compassion… It is one of those rare novels that leaves you fearful to turn the pages and yet has moments of humor that have you chuckling out loud.” -Poisoned Pen Press “A wonderful wilderness mystery.” - The Midwest Review of Books “Page turning… Any reader with an affection for the Northwoods will appreciate Krueger’s vivid imagery, which blends Indian culture and lore, backwoods adventuring, fish-out-of-water outsiders, and hearty local whose yokel quotient is kept refreshingly in check.” - City Pages (Minneapolis) “Krueger’s writing, strong and bold yet with the mature mark of restraint, pulls this exciting search-and-rescue through with a hard yank.” - Publishers Weekly “Cork remains a sprightly, intriguing hero in a world of wolves, portages, heavy weather, and worrisome humans…” - Kirkus Reviews Cork’s team of searchers loses contact with civilization, and like the brutal winds of a Minnesota blizzard, death-violent and sudden-stalks them. Meanwhile, out on the Boundary Waters, winter falls hard. Others are on Shiloh’s trail as well-men hired not just to find her, but to kill her.Īs the expedition ventures deeper into the wilderness, strangers descend on Aurora, threatening to spill blood on the town’s snowy streets. Cork joins a search party that includes an ex-con, two FBI agents, and a ten-year-old boy. Her father arrives in Aurora, Minnesota, to hire Cork O’Connor to find his daughter. Somewhere in the heart of this unforgiving territory, a young woman named Shiloh-a country-western singer at the height of her fame-has disappeared. The Quetico-Superior Wilderness: more than two million acres of forest, white-water rapids, and uncharted islands on the Canadian/American border. ![]() Former small-town sheriff Cork O’Connor leads a desperate search-and-rescue mission into the unforgiving Minnesota wilderness in this “gritty, bloody adventure” ( Publishers Weekly). ![]()
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