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“Let’s get anyone we can find and move them to the Yukon if we can. The heater will warm up some of the injured.” Monica grabbed her backpack with the first aid kit. “There’s another first aid kit by the heroin under the driver’s front seat. ”

“You can’t stop now! I’m dying back here! And you can’t bring a lot of bloody people into my car,” Harvey screamed.

“How are you feeling, Monica?” Andy grabbed Harvey’s first aid kit.

“Hey, you can’t use my first aid kit on some random people. That’s mine!” Harvey shouted from the hatchback.

“I used my first aid kit on you, so you need to replenish my supplies.” Monica slammed the door shut. “My back and hand feel better, Andy.” But it would take a couple more days to feel perfectly fine. “How about you?”

“The sprain is gone. I don’t want you to hurt yourself further.”

“Thanks. But I need to take care of them, too. I’ll heal up soon enough. We need to check on everyone and, if possible, move the vehicles out of the way. If they’re operable, maybe we can have the drivers drive them the rest of the way to White Bear.”

“Yeah. I’ll check the one car down the embankment. Two of the vehicles appear to have been heading away from White Bear. The ones in the ditch will have to be pulled out with a tow truck.”

Two men emerged from a car down the embankment. Both wore black jackets and hats, snow clinging to them as they climbed the embankment to the road. Since no one else had left their vehicles yet, she figured everyone was pretty shaken up. She hoped no one was badly injured.

The men looked similar: They had shaggy, wind-blown dark brown hair, were about six feet tall, and looked like they were related. However, neither appeared injured in the accident, which was a blessing.

“Are the two of you all right?” Andy called out to them.

Monica went to the vehicle below the road, opposite where the two men had emerged from their car to check on the occupants.

“Yeah, man, what a mess. What can we do to help?” the little stockier of the men asked.

“Check to see if anyone needs assistance. Are you sure you’re okay?” Andy headed instead to one of the cars still on the road, blocking it.

“Yeah, I mean muscle aches, bruises, but otherwise okay,” the other man said.

In the crumpled blue car down the embankment, now scarred with red paint and scraped clean metal, Monica found a mother and her two children in car seats, who looked to be about the ages of three and five.

Her heart went out to them for the terror they had experienced. Yet they weren’t crying, just looking a bit stunned. But the mom had a gash on her forehead and was bleeding.

“Ma’am, what’s your name?” Monica cleaned the wound and then covered it with a bandage.

The woman looked at her, but wasn’t focused on Monica’s face. She appeared dazed.

“Ma’am, can you tell me your name?”

She said nothing and leaned her head back against the headrest.

“Keep your eyes open, ma’am. I’m going to check on your girls. They’re yours, right?”

“Hmm.”

Monica left the door open and checked on the girls in the back seat, wearing fuzzy winter coats, hats, and snow boots. They were watching her, looking curiously at her, and, thankfully, not upset. “Are you girls okay?”

“Momma,” the oldest girl said, looking at her mom as if she wasn’t supposed to talk to a stranger.

“I’m…I’m here.”

“Are you all right, ma’am?” Monica asked over the seat, glad to hear her speaking.

“Yes, yes, where…what happened?”

“It looks like you were involved in a five-car collision.”

“What about my girls?”