Trial at the Ridge

Just as he mounted, there came a breath of wind. It was not much, but it was enough. The nearby tree suddenly dumped the snow from its branches, sending up a cloud of powdery white. The chilling load plopped onto the back of Ben, who stood beneath. With a startled yelp, the red-and-white patched border collie shot forward, directly underneath Snowstorm. Chaos ensued. Whinnying shrilly, Snowstorm lurched backward. Instinctively, Josephine dodged sideways right to the ridge's edge to avoid a ...