Chapter 30: La Chasse GalerieThe ground shakes, and instinctively, McGauran steps back a little, but keeps his attention on the vapor now turning to thick steam shooting up from the ground.
The dog whimpers and barks, then dashes back to him and sits at his feet. The snow is melting into a perfect circle, about twelve feet in diameter, forming a black sphere of dirt. The ground quakes under McGauran’s boots, so violently, that he nearly falls, but steadies himself against a tree, watching the earth cough up dirt and smoke. He looks over his shoulder at the forest—but, no, the man is still out of sight. When he looks back at the circle of steam and mud, he sees a crevasse has ripped the ground, and at that moment, the dog howls.
McGauran briefly shuts his eyes. Lord, stay with me. Be with
