Slowly waking up, David tried to roll onto his side. Pain surged through his entire body making each movement unbearable. Finally he moved just enough that he could feel he was up against a body, a woman's body. Every time that he drew in a breath, a foul odor makes him want to retch. Fighting sleep, David struggled to open his eyes. Once his eyes were open the darkness was total. When he tried to stretch out his feet and head would only move mere inches before striking an unmovable object. David quickly realized that his arms and legs were bound and he was in some kind of an enclosed space....

Slowly waking up, David tried to roll onto his side. Pain surged through his entire body making each movement unbearable. Finally he moved just enough that he could feel he was up against a body, a woman's body. Every time that he drew in a breath, a foul odor makes him want to retch. Fighting sleep, David struggled to open his eyes. Once his eyes were open the darkness was total. When he tried to stretch out his feet and head would only move mere inches before striking an unmovable object. David quickly realized that his arms and legs were bound and he was in some kind of an enclosed space....

Poetry inspired by the high north of Canada. Jay Danis is a man of the high north, the mountains and peaks, the rivers and the timberline. His poetry is a mixture of 'cracker barrel humour' and far fetched tales of tragedy in Canada's north. Playing no small role in these folk tales are the ever present men of The Northwest Mounted Police, the predecessor of the Royal Canadian Mounted Police.