“Trap,” Julia said dryly.
“Really?” John confirmed. “I’ve heard of trap lines in the winter…”
Julia was not about to divulge any more than she already had. Certainly not that she knew where to lay traps because of the lingering scent over the path. The tufts of fur along the path merely confirmed her hunch.
“Call it…” Julia said. “Woman’s intuition.”
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