raw-pelt

Updated: January 11, 2026

Under the deep hush of night the village of the Bell River terror slumbered. The raw-pelt teepees, their doors laced fast, stood up like shadowy mausoleums with rigid arms stretched high above their sharp crowns, as though in appeal to the frowning night heavens.

Ridgwell Cullum - The Triumph of John Kars: A Story of the Yukon