By Sue Henry
The Yukon Quest has the acceptance of being the hardest sled puppy race on this planet, taking groups and mushers via greater than 1000 miles of North America's so much distant and treacherous territory.Jessie Arnold is able to meet the challenge.Jessie and her crew of canine are organized for the bold festival, yet her one remorse is that her longtime pal and lover, Alex Jensen, isn't really there to determine her off. Alex has been known as domestic to Idaho for a family members emergency and Jessie starts the large race with no her greatest booster. good alongside the path, Jessie is shocked to profit younger amateur racer she met at first has been kidnapped and held for ransom. The girl's distraught father has been warned that not anyone yet Jessie Arnold is to be told--especially now not the police. Feeling remoted and by myself, Jessie needs to make a decision what to do within the face of negative odds.It's the competition of a life-time, but because the different mushers push towards the end line, Jessie forges forward in a race all her personal. not able to disregard the plight of the lacking woman, she's in a existence and demise conflict opposed to a determined, unknown kidnapper who will cease at not anything. dashing throughout the twists and turns of the icy, damaged trails, Jessie has no time for worry. For someplace in that massive and lonely panorama, a killer waits for an opportunity to unharness a murderous rage on somebody who dares to get in his means.
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I’m ready now. ” How had Bliss made it all the way to Palmer? Jessie wondered. Maybe whoever found her had brought her in from somewhere along Knik Road. Pete had looked as if he’d been running a long time. So how could Bliss be rested? Perhaps he had escaped capture and run home in- MURDER ON THE YUKON QUEST / 23 stead of riding in style to the vet’s. She’d love to know where they had been, but probably never would. Truants, she thought, amused. They’re just like a couple of kids skipping school.
When it finally ended in a wider road, she was relieved to be out in a more open area. It was an old road, originally part of the old Dawson-Whitehorse Overland Trail, the winter stage route between the two communities. She thought about the sleds that had traveled it, sometimes carrying passengers, who, less important than mail and freight, often had to walk to MURDER ON THE YUKON QUEST / 49 lighten the load for the dogs. ” Crossing the ice of Laberge had not been appreciated by some of the mushers, who did not like running ice over deep water, and who said they grew as bored as their dogs at going in a straight, flat line for sixty miles.
Jessie questioned, reading the sign. ” Ryan grinned. As they drew nearer, they could hear a female voice admonishing a dog that was barking at a passing team. “Stuff it, Squirt. ” The woman—girl, really, of nineteen or twenty—finished what she was doing, stood up, and gave them a smile touched with a hint of shy respect. She was shorter than Jessie and her face, framed in strands of coppery hair escaping from under the hat, was bright with excitement and anticipation. Like Jessie and Jim Ryan, she wore a race bib of two rectangles that hung over her shoulders, tied around the waist with tapes on both sides, and displayed her starting number—ten.