Montana never seen the day it was as cold as here." "Come on, boys, let's get these dissolve scenes of cattle perishing in a blizzard.

After that--hey, Annie! You come, make plenty fire, plenty coffee.

I show you location." Annie called gently to the little dog, and came striding down through the snow to fall in docilely three paces behind her adored "brother," Wagalexa Conka after the submissive manner of squaws toward the human male in authority over them.
"Coffee!" Weary murmured ecstatically.

"Plenty fire, plenty coffee--oh, mama!" Down in the flat where the bushes grew sparsely along the tiny arroyo now gone dry, the herd had stopped from sheer exhaustion, and were already nibbling desultorily upon the tenderest twigs.

This was what Luck wanted in his scene, though the cattle must be moved into the location he had chosen where was just the background effect he wanted to get, with the bare mesa showing in the far distance.