The moose let out a plaintive grunt, limp intensifying. Wade realized that this might be the adult moose of that same legendary white calf—injured by the very hunters who sought her offspring. The revelation ignited a sense of urgent duty in Wade. He had to stop them.
Seizing the journal, he flipped through pages of crude maps. References to a “jagged rock” kept appearing: apparently, the epicenter of a trap-laden zone meant to ensnare the white calf. Wade’s heart thundered. If the traps were already set, time was running out for any moose wandering those parts.