Ten
The first snowflake fell and hit her on the nose as Deirdre emerged from the feed store, where she’d located a nice big stack of Science Diet dog food. She didn’t stop, but continued to the truck and dropped the two twenty-pound bags of dry food into the bed. Once she was done, however, she squinted up at the sky and muttered a curse. She’d been so preoccupied with focusing on the road so she wouldn’t hit another dog — or coyote, or stray cow, or whatever else decided to wander into her path — that she hadn’t paid much attention to the weather. It had been cold enough that she’d put on a jacket, and that one precaution had been the extent of her preparations.
Well, one snowflake wasn’t exactly a blizzard. Jaw set, she climbed into the cab of the truck and turned it around, heading fo
