Chapter Eleven

They came. On horseback, on snowmobile and on skis, lanterns held in front of them, but they came.

One went to check the animals, another, whose wife had ridden her own snowmobile over took over the kitchen and soon was ladling steaming soup into bowls for each of them.

The men gathered and went to look at the tractor, but quickly determined that they could do nothing about it.

“What do we do?” They asked each other. Two of the men decided to ride the snowmobiles as far as they had to until they reached a doctor or could find a working phone.

“Take my cell.” Mr. Parker said. “If you don’t get help before you reach the Thompson’s, it usually gets a signal right around there.”

And so they arranged matters to their own liking, fed the tired family and helped get Timmy to drink a little more of the water with the dissolved allergy medicine in it.