The blanketed Wyoming sky was getting more threatening as each minute went by. Old-timers called it a mean snow sky. It was a thick, smooth, low cover of clouds in scary shades of gray. Colors that made your heart beat a little faster. The forecasters said this was "a bad one." It was Christmas Eve day. The story that was to be played out would begin early in the day, with the players being put in place, one by one. Some were friends and others were complete strangers, each assigned their ...