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frigid winter’s night.  Forcing her arms up to protect her face, she spiraled down into a vast expanse of nothingness.
    Silence…
    Her eyes fluttered open, momentarily blinded by a wall of white. Only the rush of blood sounded in her ears. Incredible pressure restricted her from moving. Her mind scrambled for a thread of memory.
    Cold…white... I’m alive...
    Oh my God! I’m buried in the snow...
    She teetered on the edge of hysteria as her memory slowly unraveled...the deer...crashing though the guardrail.
    How long have I been here?
    Jenna made a futile attempt to move. Her muscles contracted, but her legs wouldn’t budge under the heavy snow. How much is on top of me? She couldn’t tell, but luckily there seemed to be an air pocket in front of her face. It made no sense, but she thanked God for it. If the snow continued to fall, it was only a matter of time before the pressure strangled the flow of blood through her veins. Her teeth chattered, never had she been as cold.
    One of her arms lay beneath her. An attempt to move her fingers brought tears to her eyes.  Daggers shot up the other arm resting against her side. The wall of snow in front of her stained red, spreading from ice-numbed skin she couldn’t. She wasn’t sure how long she’d survive like this, but she was smart enough to know she was in big trouble.
    Jenna faded in and out, fighting to stay awake, scared if she fell asleep she might never open her eyes again. Tears froze on her cheeks until, unable to fight any longer, she closed her eyes and succumbed to the cold tiredness invading her limbs.

Chapter Two
     
    Jack Davis looked through his telescope at the stars when a sudden flash of light stole his attention. He steered the lens down just as a car smashed through the guardrail and over the mountain ridge.
    “Holy shit!”
    He dashed around the cabin to the front, knowing with each passing moment the chances of finding the driver alive grew slim. He fumbled with harnesses and hooked up the two dogs to the sled, battling the biting winds and blowing snow. By the time he reached the destination, the sports car was completely engulfed in flames, squelching any hope of finding someone alive. Through the inferno, he noticed the driver’s door was missing.
    Did somebody make it out before it hit the ground?
    The light attached to his hat illuminated the snow-covered land between his sled and where the car came down. Snow continued to fall heavily, and as the wind picked up even more, the possibility of there being a survivor became less than likely. If the driver had been ejected, there was no way of telling where he or she landed.
    “Sasha, Tito...search and find.” He unclipped their leads, and the two dogs bounded atop the snow effortlessly. The only chance of finding someone alive relied entirely with his Huskies. In between litters, he worked hard with them for just such an emergency.
    The dogs suddenly stopped, ears twitching, snouts stuck up in the air. They’d caught wind of something and took off to the base of the mountain, clawing at a mound of snow.
    Jack saw no sign of life in or around the area they were digging through. No footsteps, no nothing.
    “There’s nothing here, you two. Come on. Let’s go.”
    Sasha and Tito ignored his command and continued digging at a frantic pace. He angled the light on the front of the sled on them. His brow crinkled, knowing they wouldn’t dismiss him without reason.
    Jack lunged forward and dropped to his knees, burrowing through the snow with his gloved hands. A piece of blue fabric urged him to pick up speed. Someone lay face down—no way of telling if they were alive or hurt.
    Sweat dripped from his brow, his throat ablaze as he gasped for breath. He grabbed a hand shovel from the sled and dug out trenches on both sides of the body, removing enough snow for him to slip his hands under and lift it out, carefully flipping the person over to lie on the snow face up. For a split second, he