Riley McClean
Racing his horse for the trees, Riley watches helplessly as the wall of snow thunders down the mountain side. He reflexively, and futilely, tightens his grip on the reins as the snow hits with the force of a sledgehammer, ripping him out of the saddle. Bouncing off of trees, rocks, and who knows what else, Riley is amazed when he finally stops to still be able to see the sky.
After looking himself over, he decides that nothing was broken, but he is bruised from head to toe. Both pistols are still with him, held in place by the hammer thongs, but they will need a good cleaning. Not surprisingly, his hat is nowhere to be seen. Staggering to his feet, he takes a quick look around and is relieved to see all of his companions more or less alive, but half of the horses are missing.
"Everybody still alive?" he calls out, to see who is conscious. Before he can ask what happened to the horses, he sees part of the snow moving as if something large was buried and trying to get out. "Damn, looks like some of the horses got buried under the snow. Anyone got a shovel?" he asks, as he staggers over to try and dig the horse out with his hands.