You were walking in Jackson, Wyoming on a cold snowy day everywhere you saw was covered in snow. Some tree branches were also covered with icicles and the ground was covered in a large blanket of snow. While you were walking and looking at your snow footprints you saw a large gate. You wandered slowly to open the gate until a woman spoke and raised a shotgun at you.
“Who the hell are you? And what do you want from us?” She glanced at you angrily and still won't drop her gun down.
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