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Song Hawkins is a beautiful, tough, but lonely New York City businesswoman who thinks she's met the man of her dreams in Cable Jordan, the superintendent of a West Virginia coal mine. But soon after they impulsively marry, Song realizes they're in big trouble. She can't imagine life outside of New York, and Cable has no intention of leaving his beloved town of Highcoal.
Song's visit to the little mining community only makes things worse. It looks like the marriage is over. But in a shocking turn of events, Song realizes it's up to her to put on the red helmet of the new coal miner and descend into the deep darkness. There she faces her greatest challenge with choices and courage that will forever impact the life of Cable and the entire town.
I’ll send fresh air packs to you there.” “What about the scoop loader to move the rock?” “Can’t do it. You open up a hole, the fire could spread through it.” “That fire’s got to be put out,” Bossman said. He’d been listening in from his station at the bottom. Einstein knew fires in coal mines were all distinctive beasts, requiring different ways to put them out. He needed more information. “I’ll get back to you when I learn more,” he said. Shorty turned to the rescue teams, including the red
“It might be too dangerous,” he said. Song thought Cable had slipped into delirium. “We’re about to get burned up in a mine fire,” she said. “How could anything be more dangerous than that?” His hand found hers and gave it a squeeze. “I have an idea that might save us.” She looked into his eyes. They were bright, alive. “Really?” “Really.” “Let’s hear it!” “I don’t know, Song. It’s kind of nuts.” “Cable . . . me wearing a red helmet and working in a coal mine. That’s nuts. Nothing else
with his father.” Song nodded agreement. “And a wife with her husband,” Marla added significantly. “Don’t start on me, Marla,” Song replied when she realized where the woman was heading. “I did my best with Cable.” Marla dropped her voice so low Song had to strain to hear it. “Please, Mrs. Jordan, tell me true because everyone in town will ask me when they know we’ve had a moment alone. Why are you doing this thing, this going into the mine?” “It’s what I do. I consult. The owner of Atlas
miner, that means bedtime or sleep in front of the TV, take your choice.” The red caps made their choice, heading for their rooms and their soft mattresses to snore through the night. Song was also sleepy, but there was no dozing while Rhonda worked on her feet, opening the blisters, covering them with salve, and placing protective patches over them. Then, when all the work was done, her blisters repaired, the dirt from around her eyes removed, her fingernails cleaned, her back and legs rubbed,
the picture of a small but veteran coal miner. She gave her foreman a determined grin. “I got up this morning and couldn’t wait to get to work.” The truth was every muscle in her body hurt, but Petroski didn’t need to know that. “Well, one thing you can count on in a coal mine, little lady, is work,” Petroski said. “And a dang sight lot of it.” “I can’t wait.” She kept smiling, ignoring the ache in her back. Petroski touched the bill of his helmet to her, then walked off to join the other