In a remote area of southwest Alaska a small cargo plane in heavy weather slams into the frozen ground at nearly two hundred miles per hour and disintegrates. Nine hundred square miles of white, empty tundra separates the crash site from the nearest human being. The airplane's sole occupant is it's gritty, discontented pilot and, improbably, he's alive, coherent and hopelessly trapped. This novella is a provocative, true story and evokes the short works of Jack London , while offering the possibility that luck may have another name.