Jane Towler was up late in a small cabin along the Guadalupe River as thunder boomed through a thrashing rain. It was 4 a.m. and water was pooling on the floor. Suddenly, her phone rang. It was her friend from a nearby cabin.

“Jane, we’re f—ed!†Brian Keeper said frantically. “The water’s in my house! Get out!â€

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