With a search of his backseat, the sheriff found his coffee cup. “Here, sugar, drink this,” he said, and offered the hastily poured cocoa from his thermos to the little girl who was still wet, shaking, and scared. The muscular gentleman with fingers as thick as a roll of quarters was the first highway patrolman at the scene that rainy afternoon, and the one to rescue her from the vehicle. Her forehead bled from the impact, but more than anything, she was in shock.