Chapter 3
Oh, my holy Jesus, the bear is attacking the car!
Ivy clutched at her chest, certain she was having a heart attack and her body would be found frozen, in this car, sometime in the spring.
The bear spoke. Wait, not a bear. A gigantic, bearded dude stood in the beam of her headlights.
Somehow that wasn’t any better. Was he a crazy mountain man? One of those preppers? Some lunatic in need of a wife, who would kidnap her and hold her hostage, never to be heard from again?
“Are you okay?” His voice was muffled by the snow and the vehicle.
He didn’t sound crazy. Squinting at him through the falling snow, Ivy didn’t think he looked crazy either. But what did crazy look like, anyway? It wasn’t always frothing at the mouth. Look at her Aunt Lucile. She was crazy as a Betsy bug and m
