LIGHT IN THE MOUNTAINS

IT WAS A VERY DARK NIGHT in the mountains of northeastern Oregon. My two young children and I were seated in the backseat of a pickup truck driven by my neighbors, a married couple. We were heading home down a curvy, twisty, unlit road from a grocery shopping day in a town 45 miles from home. Since we lived in a remote cabin, we needed help getting to town, as my husband was busy with a necessary project on the ranch and needed our truck.

All seemed well until the headlights of the pickup suddenly went out.

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