At three in the morning the interstate through Rifle is a string of lights and everything else is dark and cold. MTS Staffing - Rifle turns out for snow removal in that stretch of the night — plow work, shoveling entries and walks, spreading ice melt where boots will land in four hours. A storm here might drop a fast six inches and quit, or grind on all night in fine dry flakes; either way somebody has to be awake for it. The shift ends about when the town starts, which is its own quiet reward. Nobody sees the work itself, only the open ground it leaves behind.