Posie smiled to himself as he turned the postcard over to look at the front again.

“Winter in Miami!”

And on the back just a few words – “we made it! Wish you were here, glad we’re not there!”

And underneath it another – “Don’t let cavities creep up on you! Schedule your next check up now!”

Spring was on the verge of springing in Whipsaw Lake – this you could tell as the poachers had switched species and the number of drunks being rescued from hypothermia in the fish shanties was way down.

Posie turned over the front page of the Jacknife County Bugle – “Deadline nears for filing for Primary Ballot….”

“Oh crap,” muttered Posie to himself, “here we go again.”

A void had been left and nature and Whipsaw Lake abhorred a vacuum – the players were shifting around the board, ready to begin round two of life in a small northern town.