Travis arrived early and lit a fire in the wood stove – the small chapel’s only source of heat. As he waited in the chapel the wind whipped around the outside of the wooden structure and the sun shone down cheerily on the slowly shrinking snow drifts that dotted the hillside. He removed his ball-cap and with one shot of whiskey he was ready.
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