Another stormy night on the reserve Jim thought to him self while watching the swirls of snow blow just out side his window. The sun was beginning to set. He often watched over his land from the safety of his home. It was growing dark when he sow Ann his wife driving up the long road up the long road all the way to the house which was situated on top of the hill. A barn stood about two hundred feet from the house. Jim watched as Ann parked the car in the barn and walk up to the house. Ann was employed at Edmonton’s history archive. Jim raised cows and horses for a living on the reserve which was a tradition that was passed down from his great grandfather.  Ann opened the front door and quickly closed it behind her. That didn’t stop the cold air from blowing out a candle which sat upon the dinner table which stood near the door. Jim jumped up and relit the candle and said how your day was?  Ann took off her parka and winter boots and made walked toward across the room into the kitchen. She lit the oil lamp sitting next to the pan tree. Jim followed after her and repeated his question but before he could finish she whirled around with her finger pointed towards him and said why didn’t you tell me? What, Jim replied? About your Grandfather? My Grandfather? Jim expressed confusion. He died during a snow storm about one hundred feet from the barn in a patch on birch trees. Oh, replied Jim. He died when I was still young I barely even remembered why do you ask? Ann still with her finger pointed him said, because I read about it while I was working in the archive today. It was a real shock. Did you know that you were named after your grandfather? His name was also Jim. Really, replied Jim. Well that’s news to me. I didn’t really get to know my grandfather because he died when I was four years old. My father said he had died on this land but I never knew that it was because of a snow storm. Ann turned around toward pan tree and took out a box of crackers. So did you bring in the cows today, said Ann? It’s already dark out. I sent Maggie out. Did you happen to see her?  No, said Ann. I think you should check on her, the poor dog is probity freezing. I think she will be alright, said Jim. Besides she is used to the cold. Listen, Ann said. If she dies I will be very, very upset. Did you know it’s about thirty below? No and there’s no way I am going out there to check said Jim in a stern voice. She is your dog why don’t you look for her? Besides I haven’t been outside all day. It will be too cold for me. You lazy scum, said Ann. Alright I will go, but only because I love you. Ann proceeded to the closet and took out her parka and boots. She opened the door and went out side. Once again the cold breeze rushed in. Jim went over to the easy chair in front of the fireplace and opened a book.