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“Independence Pass is closed for the winter anyway, Lucas,” I said, rubbing black wax into the heel of Henry’s shoe.
“We’re taking Highway 24 through Leadville and going through Glenwood Canyon.”
“The blizzard warning covers Leadville and the canyon too,” Lucas said, turning the screen so I could see the flashing red warning banner.
“Wind gusts up to fifty miles an hour and black ice on every bridge.”
“The SUV has brand-new winter tires and full emergency fluid kits,” I said.
“Are we still going if the mountain passes freeze over completely?” Lucas asked, scuffing his shoe on the floor again.
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