I am on a trip, looking for a spot to go backcountry skiing. We have to walk over a deck, where a cow os lying down. It gets up as we pass and it becomes a man who is hobbling around. He asks me to pull his knee, which is injured, in order that he may go sailing again soon. We end up making dinner there, and we hear there is little snow where we had wanted to go. One area is dangerous, with someone and a gun.
A conflict, something about work. We are vindicated
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