A Christmas Tale: Part III -- The Snowsheds of the High Sierras

Was I doing right by Wilfred? He was captive of my whim, my charity, my ticket. As we came into the foothills of the Sierra's, he scratched something into his book and touched my arm: "You are a godsend!" His smile curled and threatened to overtake his face. As we began to ascend the snowcapped range, brilliant in the moonlight, both of us submitted to capture.