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HAYES
I saw the flashing lights in the distance. Sparks had mountains all around, but the open space was vast, and it was easy to see for miles. It was the same in Albuquerque where I’d grown up, but there was something more… vast… in Montana. It was easy to pick up on weather–or trouble–well in advance.
I pulled my truck off the road a short way behind the sheriff's patrol car. The sun was high and bright, yet even so, it wasn’t crazy hot this time of year like it would be in New Mexico. Not a cloud in the sky. Megan, along with her partner, were questioning a man standing by the hood of his older sedan.
Mrs. L, Ford’s grandmother who lived with us on the Ledger property, asked me to pick up a dozen eggs for her, so she could make a birthday cake. She was always making baked goods f
