David Dasher, a college student doing research on the snow fall in alaska, is finishing up the last week of his thesis in a 1-room cabin, 20 miles from the nearest settlement. Listening to the radio, I learn that it will be rough final week, with storms approaching and high winds expected.
I'm all alone, expect my 2 dogs, who are already alseep now in the corner of the cabin. I light a small fire and ponder the next day's activities over some hot chocolate.
The wind is howling lightly and i peek out the window. It's getting dark. Suddenly , there's a knock on the door. As I open it, an eskimo girl, so young and beautiful, but tired and pale, with dark hair collapses into my arms.
I look around; no one in sight, so I take her into the warm cabin and wrap her in blankets by the fire. She hasn't spoken a word, but as she warms up she opens her eyes...
I'm all alone, expect my 2 dogs, who are already alseep now in the corner of the cabin. I light a small fire and ponder the next day's activities over some hot chocolate.
The wind is howling lightly and i peek out the window. It's getting dark. Suddenly , there's a knock on the door. As I open it, an eskimo girl, so young and beautiful, but tired and pale, with dark hair collapses into my arms.
I look around; no one in sight, so I take her into the warm cabin and wrap her in blankets by the fire. She hasn't spoken a word, but as she warms up she opens her eyes...