b. douglas rutherford

How far would you go to save the one you loved the most?

I was just sixteen years old when my Papa disappeared one winter night. No farewells, no letters, and no clues. Just an empty parlour chair and an old gun hanging on the wall. Everyone said to say goodbye because when a man disappears in Angland he doesn't ever come back. But I had a problem: I knew Papa wasn't dead. He was out there—somewhere—in that place without a place, the Great Beyond.

So with my horse Master and that ancient powder gun, I set off into the world to fetch back the man that gave me life. I was utterly ignorant of the dangers that awaited me but when everything else failed; when my horse tired, when my gun would not shoot, and when my own mind seemed against me, I held on to one thought, one feeling: how far would Papa go to save me?