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In the middle of a rare mid-April blizzard in eastern Montana, young emergency room doctor Yvonne Endicott steps outside to help a truck that arrives in the middle of night, the occupants appearing desperate, in dire need of aid. Only once she is too far removed from the safety of the building does she realize their true intentions, the entire incident just beyond the scope of the front door cameras, everybody disappearing into a swirling storm of wind and snow. Fielding the call for help is local sheriff Rake Ferris, a man so ingrained in the small community that he knows every person by their first name, takes every offense under his watch as a personal slight. Compounding the effect for him is a personal connection to the young doctor, forcing him to accept that the storm prevents any outside help from arriving and that the only aid he could possibly enlist comes in the form of Hawk Tate, the former DEA agent in town that has been the subject of widespread speculation since his arrival some years before. Both men acting against their better judgment, Ferris and Hawk form an uneasy alliance, digging into the abduction to find a plot that runs much deeper than a simple kidnapping. Fighting against time, the elements, and even each other, they begin a chase that leads them through the booming eastern Montana oil fields, the blossoming drug trade that has taken hold there, and ultimately the power players behind all of it.
Author
I originally hail from the midwest, growing up in the heart of farm country, and still consider it, along with West Tennessee, my co-home. Between the two, I have a firm belief that football is the greatest of all past-times, sweet tea is really the only acceptable beverage for any occasion, there is not an event on earth that either gym shorts or boots can't be worn to, and that Dairy Queen is the best restaurant on the planet. Further, southern accents are a highly likeable feature on most everybody, English bulldogs sit atop the critter hierarchy, and there is absolutely nothing wrong with a Saturday night spent catfishing at the lake. Since leaving the midwest I've been to college in New England, grad school in the Rockies, and lived in over a dozen different cities ranging from DC to Honolulu along the way. Each and every one of these experiences has shaped who I am at this point, a fact I hope is expressed in my writing. I have developed enormous affinity for locales and people of every size and shape, and even if I never figure out a way to properly convey them on paper, I am very much grateful for their presence in my life. To sum it up, I asked a very good friend recently how they would describe me for something like this. Their response: "Plagued by realism and trained by experiences/education to be a pessimist, you somehow remain above all else an active dreamer." While I can't say those are the exact words I would choose, I can't say they're wrong. I travel, live in different places, try new foods, meet all kinds of different people, and above all else stay curious to a fault. Here's hoping it continues to provide us all with some pretty good stories...
