Vesna Kruger hadn't set foot on Ember Pass since the avalanche took four clients and her guiding license. Now she stood at the trailhead in borrowed crampons, breath fogging, while a man named Doru loaded heavy crates onto her sled by lantern light. "Don't open them," he said, and pressed a thick roll of banknotes into her glove. "Get them over the pass by dawn. No questions." The money was more than she'd made in two years. She tightened the sled straps and looked up at the dark mountain.

Vesna handed the money back. "I don't carry blind cargo. Not anymore." Doru's friendly smile dropped. Two men stepped out of the dark behind the sled, and one of them had a rifle slung over his shoulder. "That's not really an option," Doru said quietly.

Vesna looked at the rifle, then at Doru, and made her choice. "You point a gun at me on my mountain," she said, "you'd better know it as well as I do." She snuffed the lantern and vanished uphill into the blizzard, leaving the three of them blind in the dark.

The blizzard swallowed Vesna's tracks. She circled wide, came down behind the town, and abandoned the cursed sled in a snowbank. No money, no cargo, no questions answered. But she was alive and off the mountain, and this time nobody died because of her. For now, that was enough.