An elderly woman spent the whole summer and autumn fixing sharp wooden stakes across her roof. Neighbors were convinced she’d lost her sanity… until winter finally arrived

could keep the knowledge to herself.

Or she could teach the villagers what her husband had spent forty years learning.

Martha looked toward the dark mountains.

Then she folded the map carefully.

Tomorrow, she would call a meeting.

Because the roof had protected her house.

But the next storm might not be so merciful.

And this time, she intended to make sure the whole village was ready.