“What happened?” the assistant asked.
“I suspect an avalanche,” the station master replied.
“Well, get the horses ready. We’ve only got so much daylight to get through the pass,” the division supervisor instructed. He had just arrived from Vancouver and seemed especially anxious.
“There were over two hundred people on the express, so gather all the supplies you can find. There may be survivors,” the station master said as he turned to his assistant.
“I’ll start looking.”
“We need the rifles, too,” the supervisor added.
“Yes, wolves are desperate this time of year.”
“I’ll bring along a shotgun for you,” the master explained.
The assistant nodded and set to gathering supplies.
“Don’t forget to aim for the head,” the supervisor coldly offered.
“The heads of the wolves?”
“The wolves? Oh, yes. The wolves.”