“But as soon as he felt the first blast of ice slap his unprotected face, Gavin thought, once more, of that girl. How many ways could he come up with to describe what happened when young, hopeful – yearning – women were frozen to death out on the prairie? Gavin looked up at the sky, hoping, to his own surprise, to see a break in the clouds, a glimpse of a fading sun. But no such break occurred.”
