“Who’s calling?”

“My name is Hannah Bennett,” I said.

“I’m calling about the north mountain pass near Pine Ridge.”

The silence that followed went on so long that I thought the call had dropped.

“Why are you asking me about that road after all these years, Mrs.

Bennett?” he asked softly.

“Because my husband and my three sons died on that road five years ago,” I explained.

“I know who you are,” he admitted quietly.