From far away it looked like a bottle of red wine had been spilled along the icy gravel, an image Lee Litz would not soon forget.
He was test driving a Jeep near a cornfield on the outskirts of Sioux Falls, S.D., when he saw it: a deep red blanket protruding from a ditch. It struck Litz as peculiar that afternoon, Feb. 28, 1981, and so he pulled the car over and stepped out into the dirt and cold. He knelt down to see what it was, as he later recounted to the Argus Leader.
In the blanket, he found a baby — with tears frozen on his cheeks.
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