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     in Salvation except during tourist season. Evie flicked on the light in the foyer. “Tuck?”
    Ridley came up behind her. “Tuck!”
    “Tucker, are you here? It’s me and Ridley.”
    No answer.
    “Check the upstairs bedrooms; I’ll check his workshop,” Evie instructed her husband.
    They split up and searched the house. Minutes later, they met up again in the kitchen. Ridley was shaking his head.
    “He’s gone and done something stupid again,” Evie said. “I just know it.”
    “You don’t know that.” Ridley slid his big arm around her shoulder. “Don’t jump to conclusions.”
    “We’ve got to check the dock.”
    “Why would he be on the dock? It’s freezing cold out on the water.”
    Evie strode out onto the redwood dock, feeling the boards vibrate as Ridley came up behind her. She tried to imagine what
     she would feel like if something happened to her husband, but the thought was too horrible to bear.
    “I see your brother’s rowboat,” Ridley said.
    “Where?”
    Her husband pointed out across the lake stretching as dark as midnight.
    Evie squinted. She could barely make it out, but the boat looked empty. Her hand strayed to her throat.
    Oh, little brother, what have you done?
    The next thing she knew, Ridley was stripping off his coat, kicking off his shoes.
    “What is it?”
    “I see something. I see him. He’s out there.”
    “Tuck’s in the water?”
    In answer to her question, Ridley dove in. Evie’s blood thundered in her ears as she watched her husband disappear underneath
     the icy black water.

Chapter Three
    T uck coughed up a lungful of Salvation Lake.
    He opened his eyes and looked up at his sister and brother-in-law. He was lying on his back on the dock, soaking wet, shivering
     so hard he could barely breathe.
    “Thank God, he’s alive.” Evie burst into tears.
    “Go start the car, crank the heater,” Ridley instructed.
    Evie ran ahead of them.
    It was only then that Tuck realized his brother-in-law was as wet as he. Ridley slipped an arm underneath Tuck’s shoulder
     and helped him to his feet. “Lean on me.”
    “Wh-wh-wh—” His teeth chattered so hard he could barely speak, so he just gave up trying and let Ridley half drag him to his
     Toyota 4Runner.
    Evie had the engine running and the heater blasting by the time Ridley deposited Tuck in the backseat. She draped a blanket
     over her husband’s shoulders and then folded another one around him.
    She wrinkled her nose. “You smell like a brewery.”
    Tuck didn’t defend himself. His sister was right. He smelled—and felt—like a skid-row bum.
    Glowering, she hopped behind the wheel and drove to her house. They arrived and got out of the car.
    “I can’t believe you tried to drown yourself,” she scolded, following along beside them as Ridley helped Tuck in the back
     door. His damned legs didn’t want to bend.
    “I … didn’t.” It was all Tuck could manage.
    “No?” Evie worried her bottom lip with her teeth and sank her hands on her hips.
    Tuck shook his head and slumped into the kitchen chair.
    “Then what were you doing out on that lake?”
    He didn’t have the energy to answer.
    Evie turned. “Rid, get out of those wet things and take Tuck with you. I’ll have hot soup waiting when you get finished.”
    “I’m taking him to the sweat lodge,” Ridley said.
    She made a face. “He needs to get dry first.”
    “He needs more than that, and the sweat lodge will warm him up,” his brother-in-law said firmly. “If ever a man has needed
     a vision quest to set him on the right path, it’s your brother.”
    “He doesn’t believe in that stuff. You know we were raised Roman Catholic.”
    “You’re the one who doesn’t believe,” Ridley said.
    Tuck knew Ridley used the sweat lodge as part of his religious practices, but he’d never been invited to take part. He’d been
     mildly interested and had asked a few questions, but Ridley and Tuck had the kind of relationship where