It snowed for three days in early November, and the people of Sagrado put their cars in garages and walked everywhere. Amadeo, who came in from Rio Conejo every morning in the pickup, put snow chains on the rear tires and loaded the truck with three hundred pounds of concrete blocks to get traction. An entire family of Navajo Indians froze to death in a drafty hogan near Beclabito, where the temperature went to 46 below one night. Forest rangers on snowshoes hiked up to Bernal Peak and announced that the 117 inches of snowpack promised a good spring runoff ….
(My mentor Howard Pease continues) This opening of a chapter in a novel is presented here for a purpose. Instead of a static passage describing the New Mexican town of Sagrado under snow (Santa Fe?), the author shows action, what the local people did as a result of a sudden change of weather.