"Don't need luck..."
began Eric's reply, but it was cut off as the chat line died.
With not much interest in the current game, I exited back to the start screen and dropped the controller on the floor. Standing up, I took another look out the living room window. It was a big bay window my parents put in during the house's renovation. Beside our lit Christmas tree, I only had one lamp on. There wasn't enough light to penetrate the black beyond the window. I flipped on a second lamp, and the added brightness pushed back some of the inky darkness. I had a full view of our front yard that was currently hip-deep with drifting snow. Compared to just a half-hour ago, the storm was in full force. Icy northerly winds gusted through the empty fields. Wiping the heavy snowfall into near whiteout conditions. The blustery snowflakes piled unendingly, pushing the already three feet of snow in the front yard towards four. Typical Wisconsin Winter.
So here I was, stuck at home on a Friday night, with not many prospects of anything happening. My Jeep's transmission was a hopeless pile of ground-up gears. It had been a near miracle I had made it home for Christmas break. I didn't want to think about how I was going to get it repaired and get back to Virginia. I thought about calling one of my high school friends, seeing if I could convince them to make the trek out to the countryside to pick me up. The wind gave a howl, and the house gave another groan as it was battered in the storm. The road outside was nearly impossible to see as the snow blew about. Who the hell would want to come out in this mess?
Then, as if to prove me wrong, as I was about to turn away from the window, I saw the headlights of a vehicle traveling down the road. The constant whipping of the snow gave the twin head beams a flickering glow. It was colored either red or brown, and it made enough contrast in the never-ending white to stand out. A dull ember glow of its taillights reflected off swishing snow entered into view as it came closer.
One car in the storm. Who would be crazy enough to be out tonight?
I tracked its progress with a growing amount of concern. The road twisted at a sharp angle to the right as it curved around the edge of our property. During the day, the bend in the street was easy to see, and at night a set of signs and reflectors let motorists know of the upcoming turn. Yeah, I'd seen a few accidents on the bend as I grew up from careless drivers, but for the most part, the corner was safe. Yet tonight was hardly typical. With the winds blowing the snow and keeping visibility down to just a few feet and the pitch-black night doing the rest. I could tell the driver of the car was going too fast to take the corner on these icy roads.
Sure enough, I saw the headlights begin to shimmy, and brake lights flare as the driver realized too late the road banked sharply to the right. The glare of illuminated snow from the car's headlights began to dance erratically as the driver lost traction, and the vehicle started to spin. I could see the driver was trying to turn into the spin, desperate to regain control. They almost made it, but unfortunately, they ran out of pavement. For one brief second, I saw the headlights flare as the car hit the embankment of piled snow on the side of the road and plow straight into the ditch. Then darkness and the blizzard completely swallowed my view of the stricken vehicle.
I rushed out of the living room and headed towards the kitchen. The old oak floorboards creaking as I went. The kitchen was mostly dark, just a small light coming from the microwave clock and refrigerator's ice dispenser. Looking out the room's window, I tried to regain a view of the crash, but the weather wasn't remotely cooperating. I could see nothing. I hit the switch to the outdoor lights, and the big floodlight attached to the north side of the house lit up, but all I saw was blustering snowflakes whirling in the air.
"Shit," I cursed to myself.
My eyes ran to the big oak door leading to the outside. My heavy jacket hung on the nearby coat rack, and my boots sat beneath it. I glanced back and saw the cordless phone next to the refrigerator. I weighed my options. A call to 911 would be a good idea. Whoever was in that car could be badly hurt. But in this weather, a rescue was not going to be quick. It could easily be an hour before someone made it out here. I let out a pent-up breath and grabbed my winter clothing and began to dress. I had my boots on and was rummaging through my coat's pockets looking for my gloves when a faint glint of light caught my eye from outside. It bobbed about for a few seconds and then faded. It had only a flicker of glow in the storm, but it came from where I was pretty sure they crashed. Likely a flashlight. That was a good sign, someone was out of the car.
That faint light gave me an idea. My dad had gotten one of those high-powered LED flashlights for Christmas from my sister. In my boots, I stomped back into the living room and checked under the tree. There it was - A Maglite. A compact black tube that flared at one end for the oversized bulb. It's box promised to provide an Ultrabright 525 Lumens. I didn't really know what a lumen meant, but Dad had played around with the flashlight Christmas morning, and I knew it was plenty bright. Picking the flashlight up, I returned to the kitchen and put on a hat and my gloves.
I braced myself and then opened the door to the outside. I didn't manage to get it open more than a few inches before a burst of wind buffeted the house, and the doorknob was nearly ripped out of my hands. A rush of whipped up snow made it into the kitchen from the gust. Increasing my grip on the handle, I managed to keep the door from being blown wide up by the storm. Holding it in place, I managed to swing myself around and then leveraged my weight to slam the door close.
Outside I found myself battered by wailing winds as icy snowflakes grazed my cheeks and my nose. The storm was intensifying. I needed to be fast. A quick guess would put the car about a hundred yards down the road from the house. The fastest route to the wreck would be a straight line across our property, diagonal to the road. But a quick estimation at the drifting snow banks filling the front yard ruled that idea out. The driveway, a gradually sloping S which curved down from the hill where our house sat to the road, was a longer way to go, but it at least was partial clear.
I took off at a steady jog, working my down the driveway. Once again, I saw a flicker of light from where the car had gone off the road. But it was hard to make out anything in the murk of the storm. I switched the flashlight on and nearly blinded myself from the reflection of endless snowflakes as they swirled around me. I pointed the light towards the ground, and the glared reduced to something manageable.
Crossing on to the road, I felt my boots begin to slide on the icy pavement. Definitely not the night to be out driving. I had to keep my steps small to maintain my footing. With the wind shifting to the north, it blew right into my face, further slowing my progress. It took almost ten minutes to get this far. I hoped whoever was in the car was not too badly hurt. Inching slowly along, I made my way down the ice-covered pavement. After a few more minutes, I reached the spot where the car had begun to slide on the road. The falling snow had not completely obscured the tire tracks.
I pointed my flashlight in the direction the tracks were leading and managed to make out a snowbank along the side of the road, which showed the district signs of a car recently ramming through it. Piled snow, thrown up from the last time a snowplow had passed through here - which was hours ago - was flung out in all directions. I picked up my pace as best I could, and slowly the beam of my flashlight began to reflect off the dark red form of the rear end of a car.
It was nearly at a 45-degree angle, with the front passenger side stuck firmly into the ditch running alongside the road. The gully was part of drainage channels from the fields beyond. The storm had drifted snow in until it was nearly filled. But the powdery snow was still light enough for the front of the car to sink firmly into the piled snowbank.
I was shielding my face with my arm from a particularly hard blast of wind, when I spotted a black shape on the side of the ditch, about twenty feet from the car. Refocusing my flashlight, the dark form revealed itself to be a person wrapped in an over-sized winter coat hunched over in the snowbank. They looked like they had been trying to get up the embankment to the road when they had fallen into the deep portion of the drifted snow.
"Hey!" I yelled.
The huddled figure looked up, and the wind caught curls of dark hair that stuck out from a gray hoodie. The wavy locks blew around a face mostly covered by a wool scarf. Staring between the hat and the fuzzy muffler were startled wide blue eyes. The flurry of snow shifted around us, and the figure used a gloved hand to brush the wind-whipped hair away. Pulling on the scarf, revealed a pale face under all the winter apparel. Taking a tentative step into the snowdrift, I got a better look and saw her makeup and lipstick.
The woman's mouth worked silently for a moment as she gaped at me in open surprise, and then she let out a panicked cry. "You got to help me!"
"I will," I shouted back over the storm's howl. "I was coming down to help." I squatted down, putting myself at eye level and close enough we wouldn't have to yell to be heard.
"You're from there," she said as she waved a hand towards the old farmhouse. In the storm, even with the outside floodlights on, it was only dimly visible.
"Yeah," I nodded. Seeing she was stuck into the drift, I quickly added, "Are you okay? Is there anyone else with you?"
She batted away more flying hair. The sounds of the storm retreated a bit, making it easier for us to talk. "Yes...Er...I mean, yes, my friends are in the car." Gesturing to herself as she brushed at her coat, which was all ready getting covered in snow. "Might have a few bruises, but nothing was broken. We saw your house when we went passed by, and we just hoped someone was home. I was trying to get up this damn ditch when I slipped."
Extending a hand, I managed to take hers and began to pull her out of the snow. It was hard going as we had to work against the steep angle of the ground. Finally, I managed to get her freed and back on the road. But this lasted only a few seconds before she began to topple over on unsteady legs. I was quick to the rescue and grabbed on to her and held her up as her feet tried to find purchase on the slippery pavement.
