We are here. Why didnt you rouse me?
Streeter hit the brakes as they came up to an intersecting road marked by a large wooden sign that read IROQUOIS MOUNTAIN RESERVE.This way, she ordered.
He hit the gas like the good little delegatee he was, but soon enough, forward motion was impossible. No more plowed passage. Whoever was responsible for snow removal stopped at the foot of the ascent.Its impassable, Streeter said. We cant go no more. This aint gonna work—He turned to her. What?
By way of answer, she leaned across, put the engine in park, and extracted the keys from the ignition.I have gear for us both.
As she got out of the car, the cold was downright daunting, but that would be cured readily enough. The mountain, on the other hand? Craning her neck to look up to its snow-covered peak, she was far less confident of tackling its elevation.
A half a mile, she told herself. They had to go only half a mile up.No, the little ones—ah, yes. Here.
The guy took a package over to the counter, and she didnt pay much attention until he started to put something in his mouth—No! she barked, throwing her hands out. Stop!
Assails cousin froze with a ghost pepper just about to drop in a piehole that would never be the same. Whats wrong?Put that down and wash your hands! Thatll make you sick!