Stranded In A Montana Blizzard, I Found Help Where I Least Expected

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Relief washed over Elena so sharp it hurt. Squirming meant life.

They moved in tight formation—Hammer and another rider breaking trail, Marcus following in their wake, the others guarding the rear. The Montana pines looked like skeletal fingers reaching from the gloom.

“Why?” Elena croaked. “Why help me?”

Marcus adjusted his grip. “We were heading to continue reading …