homemade water filter and Buck had refused to come inside.
Past the last streetlamp.
Past the little green sign that said:
WELCOME TO CALDER RIDGE
POPULATION 4,812
GATEWAY TO THE BLUE HAWK MOUNTAINS
The rain softened to mist by the time Lily reached the old logging road.
The mountain rose ahead of her, black and patient against the cloudy sky.
Blue Hawk Mountain had shaped everything in Calder Ridge.
It fed the creek.
It blocked the worst winter winds.
It filled the town with tourists every October when the
