“I don’t know. She’s hypothermic, and Echo is trying to help her. But she was barely breathing, her heart rate slow.” He looked at Jude. “Actually, we were out looking for Peyton Samson. She was out with Echo’s dog team, but they broke their gangline and a few of them have made it back to the homestead.”

“In the storm?”

“Yeah. And if Peyton hasn’t holed up somewhere . . .”

Jude shook his head. “I like her. Smart. I think Nash has a thing for her.”

“Where is he, by the way? I would have thought he’d be at practice on Wednesday.”

“He’s putting up a spike cabin at a stake we have near Cache Mountain. Likes it up there. He probably got socked in by the storm.”

Nash had always been the one to strike out to new places. Not the oldest, he was still the most likely to someday helm the Remington legacy. At least hold down the Alaskan branch. The legal side, though, was left to Pearl, their sister. Their oldest brother, Trace, ran the family’s investments, probably back in Montana where their mother lived.

Ox pressed a button outside another massive door, and it whined as it opened on the cold runners.

Inside sat a beautiful, yellow-and-maroon de Havilland DHC-2 Beaver, a high-wing, propeller-driven bush plane.

Not only that, but she was an MK III Turbo, with a PT-6 Turbo prop engine.

“This is a collector’s item,” Dodge said. “She’s gorgeous. Why did Nash get it?”

“To haul supplies. And tourists.”

“For fun,” Jude said, glancing at his father. “Nash is a sucker for nostalgia. He says Han Solo has this plane.”

“Han—”

“Harrison Ford,” Jude said.

“Sounds like him,” Dodge said. “You boys must have gotten an increase in your allowance. Sheesh.” Dodge ran his hand along the plane’s sleek body on hydraulic wheel-skis. She could carry up to eight people, or 2,100 pounds, opened on both sides, and allowed for a full forty-five-gallon drum to be loaded into her belly.

The workhorse of the sky.

The forty-foot wingspan was nine feet in the air, and he walked under it, looking for trouble spots. “What year is she?”

“’67. Last year they made them.”

“When was she last inspected?”

“Nash had her inspected before he flew her here. But she needs her hundred-hour inspection. He says it needs a new fuel system,” Jude said. “But he’s out of money, so it’ll have to wait.”

Ox had climbed in and turned her on. “Fuel says it’s good.”

“What’s wrong with the fuel system?” Dodge walked over to the access panel and lifted it. “Crank the engine, Ox.”

Ox turned it over, and Dodge leaned in, listening. “I hear a buzzing. The pump is working.”

Dodge checked the timing belt, then closed the panel.

He did a quick check of the rest of the plane, the wings, the tail, the struts, the ailerons.