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Hannah sat in the front seat of her father’s SUV, her head in her hands, sobbing.

The storm raged both inside and outside, a storm of weeping from the gray skies and the flood of tears Hannah no longer fought to control. She was cold, wet, covered in mud and heartbroken.

She was also stranded on the side of the road, her front left tire shredded and flat because she had failed to clear the edge of the cow-catcher on the road leading from the Bates ranch. Instead of using the main road, she’d opted for a shortcut, knowing her SUV was capable of going off the road to avoid the cow-catcher, but her tears had blinded her, and her mind hadn’t been concentrating on her driving.