The snowspell, as Judd referred to it, continued. Whipping wind blew in spirals, out of control. A howling filled the day, angry and passionate, and sounded like ghouls that had recently escaped hell. Like a sled, the Ram 2500 truck bounced up and down through the snowdrifts and wild wind. Strong tuffs of snowfall blew in circles all around the vehicle as Judd held onto the truck’s steering wheel with both hands.
“I love this s**t!” Judd exclaimed, racing through the snow, yet careful with his driving, as if locked into a video game.
Avery pressed one hand against the truck’s dashboard and the other against Judd’s right shoulder. “Don’t get me killed, man. If you want to spend another day with me, I suggest you slow this sleigh down.”
Judd heeded his advice. The truck went from forty mi
