Luke woke at dawn to Marie’s sweet face. “Coffee’s ready,” she said, and she kissed him on the head. She didn’t have to breathe deeply to get the stink of stale alcohol coming off him. They had a fight about his drinking when he dragged home at two in the morning, and she was determined to ease up. Whatever he was going through she couldn’t help him. She gave herself credit for recognizing that. “And Sanderson called,” she said. “There was some light precip last night and lightning strikes they’re monitoring north of Birdsview. They want you ready but nothing…