“Oh shit!” he exclaimed, and ran to the backdoor, grabbing his jacket from the hook hanging there and throwing it on before heading outside. He didn’t take the time to bundle up further – he had no time to bundle up further.

He struck out through the snow, his feet sinking into the newly fallen snow on top and then hitting the harder, older snow underneath before finally finding solid ground. Each step was laborious, pushing his thigh muscles to the max. His cowboy boots were not exactly the best foot gear to be wearing in a snowstorm but now wasn’t the time to worry about that, either.

He looked up occasionally as he pushed through the snow, making sure he was still heading the right direction, and would occasionally change course as needed. It was probably only minu...

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