Jack knew he had to go slowly down the steep, winding road. The wet leaves made it even slicker. It was only seven o’clock in the morning, and the sun was trying to break through the morning fog. He was riding the break as he eased around the tight curves. He and his wife had arrived at the lake house late the night before. He was going down to the general store at the bottom of the hill to get coffee and some breakfast food. He first noticed a whisper of smoke coming up from the side of the narrow road that dropped into a deep ravine along the right side. As he got closer to the spot, he saw the skid marks through the wet leaves. He slowed to a stop, and looked down the rocky edge of the road. He could see the black SUV on its side being held up by a small tree keeping it from dropping even farther down the ravine. It was leaning down on the passenger side. The front and back wheels on the driver’s side were off the ground, and still slowly spinning. He pulled to a stop about twenty feet passed the spot, and jumped out.
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