Chapter 3

Tingles of electricity shot from the young man’s hand to Henry’s crotch. He hardly had time to process his reaction, however. Staying on the road was his priority.

They inched along.

After about ten minutes Jimmy shouted, “Look! There’s a sign.”

Up ahead about twenty yards, an ornately carved wooden sign had appeared through the swirling snow. They pulled up to it. “Hugo’s Hideout,” Jimmy read. “It must be somebody’s cabin.”

“We better see if we can get any help if it is a cabin. We’re still seven miles from Crossville, and the snow’s getting deeper. I’m not sure we can make it, and I don’t want to get stranded in the car,” Henry said.

Henry pulled the car over. He hoped they were off the road as it was so snow-covered he couldn’t be sure. They got out, Henry opened the trunk and pulled out his heavy winter jacket. He looked at Jimmy, who stood hunched over in the bitter wind, arms folded across his chest.

Henry held out his coat. “Here, you take this. Give me the sweatshirt.”