Chapter Twenty-Seven
Nate
Holly’s phone rang in my ear, and I waited, praying she would answer. I wasn’t much of a praying man. Resorting to prayer said something about how desperately I wanted to hear her voice.
Nancy’s pointed words about making sure to let Holly know how I felt in the context of my reputation preceding me had been beating like a drum in my brain all night. Unlike Nancy and Dave’s lodge, the lodge where I had landed wasn’t tricked out for winter. Aside from a back-up propane generator, which kept the temperature above freezing and the power running for refrigeration food storage, the satellite cable was turned off, and there was no cell phone reception. On the ground, in the middle of nowhere, I sure as hell hadn’t been able to call anyone. I had asked air traffic con
