Chapter 6

The snow hadn’t become any heavier, but it hadn’t stopped, either, when he saw the lights from what he figured were houses ahead of him, on the far side of the river which ran beside the highway. He came to a bridge, turned left to cross it, and drove into a picturesque town. The few houses he could see were neat and trim, some of them with picket fences around the yards. A sign at the first intersection he came to let him know that there was a bed-and-breakfast to his right.

That should work, if they have an available room.