SNOW FALLEN | part 3

People read the signs, hear the warnings. Still . . . they come. Treasure-seekers. Thrill-junkies. Shit-for-brains!

"The mountain doesn't whisper," they love to muse. "It insists."

When I hear stuff like that, I know they're goners. Each one of them is still up there. And they ain't ever coming down. THE SNOW FALLEN. That's what we call them.

Yeah . . . well . . . the mountain may have invited those people on up, but it didn't killed them. What did that can't make words. And it took more than their lives. A hell of a lot more.

Ha! Seen that look before. Haven't we Scooter? Sure, sure, go on up and join the others if you don't believe me. The snow'll catch you when you fall.

Sorry, still get carried away when one of you come through. Gotta try, I used to tell my wife.

So, just the candy bar and two Cokes? Two fifty.