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Keith steered carefully as the flakes drifted down around them as they drove up the road toward the path. Ginny scanned left and right, looking to see if any of the tall snow-marker poles tracing the edges of the road had been disturbed. The radio crackled from time to time with unintelligible bursts of noise or scraps of speech.

Ginny looked at the odometer reading on the dashboard, then up at the road. "We're further along that I expected," she said. "Did you see any place anyone might have gotten off the road?"

"Nope," her husband and highway rescue partner said. His long-fingered, dark brown hands tightened on the insulated steering wheel. He glanced over at his petite blonde wife. "Wouldn't have expected it."

"Hope we see them soon," she said. She squinted ahead into the snow.