CHAPTER 442

“Like a yard light?”

“Exactly.”

“Maybe if you cut the headlights.”

Kane clicked the lights off, even the interior lights.

Talk about dark and spooky. Ginger focused on the blackness out her window. A snow squall faded and she caught a fleeting glimpse of light. “There. Straight ahead.”

“You sure?”

No. “Yes, I’m sure.”

“Hope you’re right, Red. If I run over a fence, you’ll be out here fixin’ fence with me early summer.”

“I know how to wield a pair of wire cutters, so bring it, cowboy.”

Kane gunned the truck. For a second it felt as if they were airborne. They landed hard and Ginger held onto the support strap hanging from the top of the doorframe.

“Sorry.” Snow covered the windshield as they annihilated another drift. The wipers whisked away the remnants in a rapid slap slap slap and they skidded to a stop.

“We’re here.”

Ginger made out the faint orange glow of the porch light. Snow had drifted in front of the screen door up to the door handle.

“Looks like I’m gonna hafta shovel again