The snow was deep, some drifts as high as 15 feet. He made a cave and sat there alone. The walls were more blue than white. He stretched his legs legs out and watched his breath float in clouds, listening to his snowsuit crinkling and then the shifting and cracking of the snow.He heard steps, his father and Mr. Wylie.

“Huson had a break-in?”

“They went after his motor, chained to his Ski-Doo. Cut the goddamned thing off.”

“I heard they were in Reynolds’ place last week.”

“Left the door wide open. Ruined the floor.”

“They catch anyone?”

“Kids, goddamn good-for-nothings.”

Their voices vanished. He stared at a tiny animal trail going into a frozen hole. He only saw the animals dead on the road, frozen and squashed.