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- Authors: Connor Sullivan
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Big Sky, Montana
February 29, 8:00 p.m.
THE STORM WAS getting worse.
In the powerful headlights of the Prinoth snowcat, the snow blew sideways,
lessening the visibility to only two yards.
Brian Rhome leaned forward in his captain’s chair, squinting through the
windshield as he eased back on the throttle of the massive machine.
The cat’s engine whined in protest, the large, gritted tracks digging into the
deep snow, desperately fighting up the hill.
Rhome guessed the snowstorm was throwing four inches of powder onto the
mountain every hour and had been doing so for the past four hours. At this rate,
Big Sky Ski Resort would be having one of the biggest powder days they’d seen in
years.
Rhome flipped on the fog lights.
It was no use. The halogen beams only exacerbated the whiteout and made
Rhome’s visibility worse.
He swore and brought the machine to a grinding halt.
Leaning over, he grabbed his iPad and brought up the NOAA weather app.
The app didn’t load. The storm must have blown out the cell towers. Rhome
thought back to the weather report he’d heard before his shift. Checking his
watch, he saw it was just after 8 p.m. If the report had been correct, the storm was
supposed to ease off at any moment, before picking up steam again for the rest of
the night.
But in southwest Montana, weather reports were rarely accurate.
Laying the iPad onto the seat next to him, Rhome rubbed at his tired eyes.
During the last four months of working his new job, his body had never gotten
used to its new nocturnal habits. He’d go to bed each day at 8 a.m. and rise at 4
p.m., just as the sun was setting behind the Spanish Peaks. By 5 p.m., he’d already
have driven up to the resort to start work as the newest snowcat driver of the
season.
It was alonely job, butajob Rhome preferred and had even sought.
After all, what better job was there when one was actively trying to avoid all
human contact?
Grabbing the lever that worked the cat’s spotlight, Rhome turned the beam
left and then right, trying to discern where the hell he was on Big Sky’s
notoriously steep Elk Park Ridge ski run.
Having grown up doing downhill ski races on this particular slope, Rhome
guessed that he was halfway up the piste, most likely a few dozen yards to the right
of the seventy-foot Snake Pit Cliff. Driving blind in a snowstorm on this part of
the mountain could be suicide.
Rhome keyed his radio to his boss at dispatch.
“This is Cat Two. Jimmy, do you copy?”
Static.
Rhome tried again, “Jimmy, I’ve got zero viz out here on Elk Park. Any word if
there is supposed to be a break in this storm soon?”
Again, static.
Rhome cursed and leaned back in the captain’s chair. The wide rearview
mirror caught the reflection of his tired, bloodshot eyes, his greasy, unruly black
hair and bushy beard.
Rhome jolted away from his reflection.
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