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Chapters (62)
  1. Cover
  2. Half Title Page
  3. Books by Katie Powner
  4. Title Page
  5. Copyright Page
  6. Dedication
  7. ONE
  8. TWO
  9. THREE
  10. FOUR
  11. FIVE
  12. SIX
  13. SEVEN
  14. EIGHT
  15. NINE
  16. TEN
  17. ELEVEN
  18. TWELVE
  19. THIRTEEN
  20. FOURTEEN
  21. FIFTEEN
  22. SIXTEEN
  23. SEVENTEEN
  24. EIGHTEEN
  25. NINETEEN
  26. TWENTY
  27. TWENTY-ONE
  28. TWENTY-TWO
  29. TWENTY-THREE
  30. TWENTY-FOUR
  31. TWENTY-FIVE
  32. TWENTY-SIX
  33. TWENTY-SEVEN
  34. TWENTY-EIGHT
  35. TWENTY-NINE
  36. THIRTY
  37. THIRTY-ONE
  38. THIRTY-TWO
  39. THIRTY-THREE
  40. THIRTY-FOUR
  41. THIRTY-FIVE
  42. THIRTY-SIX
  43. THIRTY-SEVEN
  44. THIRTY-EIGHT
  45. THIRTY-NINE
  46. FORTY
  47. FORTY-ONE
  48. FORTY-TWO
  49. FORTY-THREE
  50. FORTY-FOUR
  51. FORTY-FIVE
  52. FORTY-SIX
  53. FORTY-SEVEN
  54. FORTY-EIGHT
  55. FORTY-NINE
  56. FIFTY
  57. FIFTY-ONE
  58. FIFTY-TWO
  59. Acknowledgments
  60. About the Author
  61. Back Ads
  62. Back Cover

“Okay.” Mitch’s shoulders slumped. He leaned his head back and stared at the mountain filling his windshield like impending doom. “I’ll call tomorrow.”

EIGHT

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It was Thursday morning before Mitch had the chance to look up the nearest neurologist. He and Ralph had been scrambling to grade all the unpaved roads and clear all the drainage ditches before the freezing rain expected over the weekend. They’d worked long days, knowing the mess they’d be in for if they didn’t. He loved working for the town, but he didn’t relish being blamed when a road flooded or a car popped a tire in a pothole.

It took four minutes of scrolling through websites and three phone calls before confirming the hospital in Ponderosa did not have a neurologist on staff. Fortunately, two neurologists from Billings took turns driving the almost two hours to Ponderosa every Friday to meet with local patients. Unfortunately, this Friday was already booked up.

“Okay.” He drummed his fingers on the counter. “How about next week?”

“Let me check.”

The woman on the other end of the line was kind, if not apologetic. She put him on hold, and he watched for Bea and Jeremy out the window while he waited. Bea didn’t start her new job until Monday. Where had they run off to?

The fridge made a suspicious sound, and he glared at it.

The on-hold music clicked off, and the friendly woman returned. “We have one opening next Friday at one-thirty. Would you like me to put you down?”

“Yes. Thank you.” He kicked himself for not calling sooner. Hopefully, his dad wouldn’t be too disappointed at having to wait another week. “We’ll be there.”

As he hung up the phone, he imagined Dad telling his mom about the appointment. Consultation, technically. She would be livid. Maybe they wouldn’t tell her until they were already in the truck.

Then he imagined telling Bea. He had a feeling she wouldn’t take it any better than his mother. Surely this was all for nothing.

The fridge made that sound again, catching his attention. What was the deal with that thing? When Mitch walked closer to listen, he nearly tripped over a cat.

“Watch it, Steve.”

The cat scooted off to a safe distance and sat with his eyes fixed on Mitch. Mitch still couldn’t believe there was a real live cat in his house. It was mind-boggling. But it hadn’t been so bad. Steve mostly kept to himself, and Mitch had other things to worry about.

Like the fridge.