Blake and the Elusive Bigfoots
Resuing the Sasquatches

Tawny peered out the window of the car. During the daytime, the wooded stretch along Seven Devils Road was picturesque, with towering Douglas firs, broad-leaf ferns, huckleberries, and dense undergrowth. But after sunset, the narrow two-lane road transformed into a maze of shadows and menacing shapes.
This was not a good place for anyone to break down.
She twisted in her seat, reached into the back, and grabbed her phone. “I’ll try calling for a tow truck.” She dropped back into the passenger seat.
“I wish my cell phone could catch a signal,” Josh complained.
She eyed her fiancé. “That is why I told you to buy a better service instead of something we’d never heard of. A phone named after a bug isn’t going to be reliable.”
“Stop lecturing me,” Josh snapped. “Your constant chattering makes me nervous.” He raised his voice, “Why is it taking so long for the tow truck to get here? It will be dark soon. Call them.”
Tawny checked his phone. “I can’t. No signal.”