![]() ![]() Markwell slumped in the chair behind his desk, drinking Scotch to keep warm. The snowflakes grew smaller, until they were as fine as sand, and they sounded as abrasive as sand, so, when the wind blew them across the windows of Dr. By ten o’clock that night, a bitterly cold gale blew in from the west, howling out of the mountain passes and shrieking down those rugged, wooded slopes. ![]() At twilight thick, fluffy snowflakes spiraled out of the low sky, and the people of Denver huddled in expectation of a Rocky Mountain blizzard. Wednesday, January 12, 1955, was frigid, gray, and somber. ![]()
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