
I knelt down by one of the grizzly's tracks. It was larger than my hand where his pads had pushed the mud out wide. I pressed my palm into the hollow of his track and stretched my fingers out to touch his claw marks one by one. My scalp tingled. "Sure was a big one, wasn't he?"...

Has something happened to Daniels father? The warning might have been just a dream, but Daniel cant take that chance. He leaves Missouri to search for his father along the Oregon Trail. It is 1844 and the West is a wilderness. Trouble lurks all along the Oregon Trailand trouble...
