There was no time to waste; the storm would only get worse, and the baby deer, trapped in the picket fence, wouldn’t last the night in such brutal conditions. The thought of it freezing out there unsettled him deeply.
Allan knew he couldn’t sit idly by. He bundled up once more, his determination outweighing the fear. He trudged through the snow to his backyard shed, the wind whipping at his face as he rummaged through his tools and supplies.