"The blizzard is coming!"
Someone shouted, and I looked out the window.
The blizzard in that mountain was nothing like the snow we had seen in the city.
It raged like a herd of wild, stampeding horses, charging down and burying everything in its path with unstoppable force.
In just a few minutes, everything outside was a vast expanse of white.
Harry's phone rang. He answered, and Mandy's panicked voice came through, "Harry, I'm at the summit. I'm so cold and scared. Hurry and bring your team. You must save me."
His brow furrowed, but he replied in a gentle, soothing tone, "Mandy, I'm on my way. I promise I'll get you out."
It was my so-called best friend on the line.
No wonder she'd insisted on coming to Aspen and risked her life for views. Having Harry, the rescue captain, as her
