Chapter 22

Climbing down from the driver’s seat, he shrugged into his daypack, feeling the weight of the two big Thermos jugs settle against his back. Then he trudged off through the snow, close to knee-deep in places and almost down to bare ground in others. He passed several collapsed shelters, peering under the tattered tarps and torn tents to be sure no one was there. The news report had said many of the residents had finally given in and gone to shelters to weather the storm.

Thank God for that. But not all of them…

After about ten minutes, he came to a patchwork shelter that still stood. A thin trail of smoke issued from a flapped opening high on the front, like that of a traditional teepee. “Hello. Anyone home?”

He almost cheered when a bearded face emerged in another spot beneath the smoke hole. He recognized Merl at once.

“You’re still hanging on.”