It's 1910 In a cabin north of the Arctic Circle, in a place murderously cold and desolate Sig Andersson is alone Except for the corpse of his father, frozen to death that morning when he fell through the ice on the lake The cabin is silent, so silent, and then there's a knock at the door It's a stranger, and as his extraordinary story of gold dust and gold lust unwinds, Sig's thoughts turn more and more to his father's prized possession, a Colt rovoler, hidden in the storeroom A revolver just waiting to be used