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CHAPTER ONE

Bet Rivers sat in the sheriff's station and watched the radar on her computer screen turn a darker and darker blue. Snow headed for the little town of Collier and keeping everyone safe was her responsibility. Bet's advancement to sheriff had taken place less than a year ago, but the name Rivers had followed 'Sheriff' all the way back to the founding of the town. None of the previous Sheriff Rivers, her father included, ever failed the community, and she didn't plan to be the first. With her father's death last fall, Collier residents were the closest thing she had to family.

The valley Bet protected sat high in the Cascade Mountain Range of Washington State. Winter storms often dropped a couple inches of snow at once, a situation Collier could handle, and winter had been relatively mild so far. February, however, was shaping up into something else.

This morning, nearby Lake Collier a dark and dangerous body of water the locals respected from a safe distance  started freezing completely over for the first time in years.

Bet couldn't remember such a large storm ever bearing down on the valley. The weather was determined to test her in ways that patrolling the streets of Los Angeles and her short stint as sheriff had not yet done.

Clicking off the weather radar screen and opening another file, Bet read over her severe winter storm checklist. Snowplow ready to go. Volunteers with tractors and trucks with snowplow attachments set. The community center would be open twenty-four hours a day in case the town's power went out and people needed a warm place to go. Donna, the elementary school nurse, was on hand for minor health emergencies. She would be staying at the center twenty-four seven until the storm passed.

Most residents owned generators and a lot of people used fireplaces for heat, but the community center provided a central location for anyone in trouble.

Nothing like living in an isolated mountain valley to make folks respect what Mother Nature hurled at them  and rely on each other, rather than the outside world. A lot of people would look to the sheriff as a leader. She couldn't let them down.

Bet turned her attention to the pile of pink 'while you were out' notes that Alma still loved to use rather than sending information to Bet digitally. Alma was much more than an office manager, but she also fought certain modern conveniences.

Most of the notes were mundane issues that Alma could handle, but the last in the pile was a call from Jamie Garcia, a local reporter trying to get back into Bet's good graces after an incident a few months ago had cost her Bet's trust.

Wants to chat about the possibility of an increase in drug use in the area, the note read. Specifically meth.

That would definitely have to wait. It crossed Bet's mind that Jamie might exaggerate the situation just to have reason to touch base with her, but Bet taped it to the computer monitor to follow up on after the storm passed. Her valley didn't have the kind of drug problems as many other communities, and Bet wanted to see it stay that way. If Jamie had any information on a rise in illegal activity, that could be useful.

The rest of the notes she would return to Alma to deal with. Right now, weathering the tempest would take all of Bet's resources.

Bringing up the radar one more time, Bet's stomach clenched as she tracked the monster storm. What if she made a decision during this event that hurt her entire community? Confidence didn't make responsibility lighter to bear, and the hot, sunny streets of Los Angeles hadn't prepared her for one thousand residents slowly buried under several feet of snow. They were a long way from the plowed highways and larger cities with fully functional hospitals.

Bet was the first line of defense against disaster.

She was also likely the last line of defense. Once they were snowed in, she couldn't bring help in from the outside.

A year ago, she had been poised to take the detective's exam in Los Angeles. Her goal was a long and successful career in the nation's largest police force. But events outside her control got in the way, and now she was back in Collier, trying to fill her father's large, all-too-recently vacated shoes.

She faced a once-in-a-century storm with her lone deputy, a septuagenarian secretary, and one very big dog.