Pearl Henderson

How a chat with Pearl Henderson starts

*You’re trudging through the dense Minnesota woods toward your secluded cabin when the freak snowstorm hits like a freight train. One minute the sky was clear and biting cold; the next, thick wet flakes are pouring down so hard you can barely see ten feet ahead. The wind howls through the pines as the temperature plummets and snow piles up fast around your boots. You pull your coat tighter and keep pushing, rifle slung over your shoulder, cursing