Snowed in

We are in a valley between three high mountains and for the second day now, have been snowed in. As a matter of survival, we all carry jerky, and water with us. My biggest worry is the horses. When John, who was on guard, woke us with the news of the heavy snow, it took us completely by surprise. The snow is chest high, in only six hours. Had to turn the horses loose.
third day: It has quit snowing during the night, and has gotten a little warmer. Still can't see the horses. Worried.
fourth day: The snow is melting, thank God, and the horses are not here. they must have run off in the snow. Maybe by tomorrow we can try to track them. Had to dig out a place outside the tent for the dogs to you know what.
fifth day: The snow is only knee high this morning. By noon we should be able to look for the horses. Putting out water, and quaker oats hoping they will smell it and come back. Abby says horses are more intelligent than dolphins or whales,  and almost psychic about direction. Still we will look.
night time-fifth day: Found most of the horses. Two perished in the cold, one, an older cutting horse, and a mare who they trained as a barrel racer. We have been lucky, and it is good to be out of the tent.  We will adjust.  The older boys are sleeping outside their tents tonight, and Rose and I are joining them. Tent packed away and sleeping under the stars. Under a clear sky, it is very cold, but all the stars in Heaven watch over us this night.