The ranch was gripped by the teeth of a winter storm as the seasons turned. Mabel warmed her hands by the stove, feeling grateful to be indoors on such a night when she heard a pounding at the door.
"For the love of God, please help me!"
A man, rimed in ice, stood in the doorway. He explained that he'd been driving a wagon over from Silver City and it was now stuck a mile or two up the road, with wolves circling. Mabel looked at Loretta for confirmation, but of course they would ride out to help.
The fight was a tough one, as the wolves driven mad by hunger attacked as a pack. Archibald bravely hid behind a tree as Loretta rushed to engage the largest wolf. Theodore's gun exploded in his hand as he took his first shot and Mabel seemed to falter as one of the smaller wolves charged directly at her, knocking her down. A few lucky shots and a punch from Loretta turned the tide, and even Archibald managed to score a hit as the last wolf turned tail and ran.
The posse took the wagon back to the ranch, and the man introduced as Wesley Boyd, explaining that he was bringing supplies for the US Army, with an advance guard due to arrive in a few days. The storm finally subsided, and on a bright morning, a patrol rode into town led by the dashing Captain Dederich on a stunning chestnut coloured Arabian horse.


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