Once upon a time, in manuscript, IDITAROD a novel of The Greatest Race on Earth started out very differently. Over the years, en route to the simple, straightforward novel it is now, huge chunks ended up in the trash as counterproductive or unnecessary to the main trunk of the story. But I saved a piece because it has what it takes to be a shiver-making psychological short story.
Now, a quarter-century later, I’ve remembered to publish it. It was cut because it gave the rest of IDITAROD the wrong tone. So y’all must not view it as part of IDITAROD but rather as a parallel short story, completely selfstanding, whose connection with IDITAROD as you know and love it is extremely tenuous, six or eight versions away from the novel as published.