Snow

"It's really coming down hard out there."

"It does that out here."

"Reminds me of..."

"Russia?"

"I was going to say, Buffalo."

"Buffalo? When were you in Buffalo? On second thought, I don't want to know."

"That's probably best. You're still an officer of the law."

"Humphf!"

"Can we add some more logs on the fire?"

"Of course, and I'll make you some of my famous hot cocoa."

"With whipped cream?"

"With whipped cream. Alex, may I ask you something?"

"I can't guarantee I'll answer."

"I'll take my chances."

"Shoot, um, ask."

"You have a lot more Russian blood in you than I do. Why is it you always seem to be cold?"

"The silo."

"What?"

"The silo. When I was trapped with the black oil, it was cold, so cold. I thought I'd die from the cold and the loneliness."

"I'm sorry, Alex. I should have never brought it up."

"No matter, but I'll take some of that hot cocoa, if it's ready."

"Sit by the fire; I'll bring it."

"Thank you. Walter?"

"Hmm?"

"The chickens. Won't they just get extra mean and ornery out there in all of that?"

"Don't worry about them. I moved the coop into the barn last night. They'll be nice and warm with the cows."

"Huh. I pity the cows."

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