Twilight settled comfortably around the quaint village at the foot of the Superior Mountains. Most of the small cottages possessed thatched roofs; lichen-covered stone walls enclosed pastures and chickens wandered through the streets. Only the persistent hum of generators broke the illusion of having been thrown back in time. One by one, lights flickered on in homes; hanging over the one main street was a series of heavy bulbs that glowed yellow-orange.
Into this throw-back society padded the tundra Tokota Hjortur and his rider, Casey Hansen. The large male paused beneath one of the large street light bulbs and waited as Casey struggled with a map. This wouldn’t be the first time they got lost. Casey might be a whiz with the ranch books but she could barely read a map.
Tor sighed and flicked an ear. On his back, Casey muttered to herself, randomly poking the parchment as if that might make their next destinat