Will Bronson and his son Danny are on their way to Vermont to spend a quiet Christmas with a friend -- until a snowstorm forces them to take refuge in an isolated country diner with a group of passengers from a disabled bus. With plenty of food, heat, and companionship, they figure everything will be fine. Then a pair of state troopers shows up, claiming there's a murderer in their midst.
That would be bad enough. But Will Bronson and his son hunt werewolves. And sometimes the werewolves hunt them.
A chilling short story, and not just because of the freezing climate. Well-drawn characters and an interesting story-behind-the-story, which leaves me wanting to read more about the Bronson family. I preferred the story over the ending, the observation of group dynamics in the diner over the deadly danger lurking outside the door, and the unnecessary and unexplained addition of a new kind of mystery at the end, which seemed totally unrelated to the previous events. Or is it meant as a cliffhanger? I have no idea...
Really enjoyed this. It packs a lot of punch in few pages. Something as innocuous as a snow storm, combined with an unusual group of travelers and a father and son living on the edge. There is mystery, tension and a bit of old fashioned who done it. There should be more stories about Will and his son.