The camera is fixated on an old graying wooden crucifix. It is a life sized carving of Christ; it is cracked, and dilapidated over years of weather wearing it down. Yet it stands. It is unmistakable in the piling snow. The viewer is very close to it, almost able to touch its rough wooden features. Behind it, in the distance approaching is a stagecoach led by running horses, steam of heat pouring off, trudging through a blizzard. These horses will soon gallop past this cold