Chapter 1Whistling wind made Amy Northe anxious, especially when it was as frigid as the gales whipping through Yellow Rock. It always presaged change, whether it announced a storm that would keep them locked away for days on end, or something else entirely, like the winds that had blown the side off her parents’ house when she was only seven. They’d had to move after that. Her mother had never been the same.
The January storm that had blasted through the tiny Utah mining town two days earlier looked to be turning back. Clouds rolled thick and black overhead, while the winds erased the fresh dusting over the packed snow. Temperatures had dropped drastically since lunchtime, giving Amy no choice but to haul in more firewood. She needed to stock up for the night. If the snows returned, it w
