Hole in the Wall

The blizzard hit before we could get to Badger Bob’s cabin. The bullet in Roy’s leg pained him, but the cold soon took care of that, the blood freezing his trousers to the saddle so he couldn’t fall out.

Lord, it was cold. The north wind blew down that long plain with never a tree nor hill to stop it, drifts piled high as your shoulder. We was all snowblind by the third day and might have missed the cabin altogether had not Badger Bob seen us coming and fired his rifle.

He was especially happy to see our horses.

 

 

 

3 thoughts on “Hole in the Wall

  1. I really enjoyed your story and found it very well written. I felt you have a very personal experience of being out in the snow and cold. This was a challenge for me because I live in a beach town just north of Sydney and it’s also Summer here. We had some local bush fires while I was writing mine and I had a lot of trouble identifying with the scene, even though I have been skiing a few times. Hence, I particularly appreciated how you described the snow and being out there.
    xx Rowena

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