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

face twisted with unrestrained ego.

“I’ve got the perimeter,” Diego shouted. “Give me my kids!”

Marcus stood like an ancient oak, hands open at his sides. “They aren’t your kids, Martinez. They’re people. And they don’t want to go with you.”

Diego’s laugh was ugly. “You’re a felon, Marcus. I’m a sergeant. I’m the law. You’re just trash on wheels.”

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