title: Too Cold for Alligators: Thirty-Three Days on the Road
author: Sasha Wolfe
description: Sasha Wolfe is a writer, photographer, and artist living in New Hampshire. She is editor and freelance photojournalist for a local newspaper, the "InterTown Record" Her works include many short stories, articles, and poems. She has self published two poetry chapbooks, "They Will Never Write Songs about Me" and "She Dances with Butterflies" She also has in print "My Life Isn't Flowers" a book combining poetry with pictures (all her own work) and a picture book "Through the Window" She is working on another travel book on day trips around New Hampshire and nearby areas. Sasha spends most of her time working at home whether writing new pieces or editing articles, stories, and photographs or drawing landscapes in charcoal and pastel. Every time she leaves the house is an adventure as she never knows what she'll find to write about or photograph; her interests are wide-ranged. Sasha lives with her phenomenal cat, Pele, and both are avid bird watchers. Her family includes two sons, their wives, eleven grandchildren (four of which live out of state) and her brother and his wife. Visit: www.sashawolfe.net or like her on Facebook.
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  ## Flash Gold
  
  
    
  
  
  ### Lindsay Buroker
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  ## Lindsay Buroker
  
  
  
  
  
  ## Flash Gold
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  ## Part I
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  Kali McAlister tapped a wrench against her thigh as she contemplated her
  invention. She had stripped every extra piece of metal she could from the
  “dogless sled” and had even debated removing the brush bow, but that seemed
  unwise. Besides, it’d been cold enough the last week men were complaining of
  pee freezing before it hit the ground. The ice on Forty Mile Creek ought to be
  thick enough for the heavy steam sled. If it wasn’t…winning the race would be
  the last of her worries.
  
  
  Hinges creaked, and a gust of frigid air hurled snow into the workshop. Kali
  spun toward the door, her long braid whipping around her shoulder.
  
  
  A fur-clad figure loomed, head an inch shy of the top of the frame. With those
  broad shoulders and that height, she assumed it was a man, though a cap buried
  his eyebrows and a sca