As the snow falls, she thinks brr, it is cold outside, I better go back inside soon. She wishes she would have worn her gloves or hat. She does not know what she was thinking. She can see it is not just light snow, but more of a huge storm.

 She thinks it is a good thing she wore her long underwear, flannel top, bib overalls, boots, and heavy coat today along with her scarf.  She finishes feeding all the farm animals and heads back to the house.

  Suddenly, she trips and falls face down in the harsh, cool embankment.  

    A male voice is heard above the wind and snow as it calls out to her.  "Miss, are you alright, Miss?" He asks with concern.  He gets no answer, so he picks her up and carries her back inside the house. He carries her to the sofa, tucks warm blankets around her, and starts a warm fire in the fireplace. 

 He wonders as she sleeps in the other room, what she was thinking taking such a risk on her life like this?  He thinks that woman is stubborn, she is beautiful but stubborn. 

   He pokes the fire in the hearth with a fire poker as it gets low and adds a few more pieces of firewood to it.  There that should do nicely for a while, he thinks to himself. He goes to his room and changes into a set of dry bib overalls.  He puts the damp ones on the drying board.  He wonders why never insisted more that they get a dryer since he has heard they dry clothes faster.

   He had fallen in love with the farmer's daughter a long time ago. Her father died when a horse threw him off and into a nearby barbed wire fence. He recalls Heather was devasted as any young person would have been. He remembers her mother had died from the swine flu when Heather was only seven years old.

   Now, since Heather never had any brothers or sisters, she was all alone in the world. All alone except for him, and he was only a ranch hand at best. He was her best friend who had comforted her after the deaths of her parents. He had stayed on to help her around the farm and took care of her as well.