Lled climbed out of the ancient plane stiff with cold. The darn heaters had sputtered their last breaths early into the flight. The cabin had been well insulated in preparation for just an event. The cargo was too precious to lose. Any cargo was precious as very few supplies reached the island at this time of year. Sometimes she wished her employer would put even an ounce of as much care for the pilots. Flights were so infrequent that turning down a job because of the cold would be idiocy and her employer used that knowledge to his advantage.

The ground crew was made up of only three people, all men, but they had the ramp up and were unloading by the time she was inside starting the paper work. She hated paper work but no paper work meant no pay cheque. She could made a note about the ice cold cockpit but did not expect much to come of it. She could hear the new dogs barking outside in their travel kennels and finished up quickly.

Lled pulled on her mitts and headed back to help. She enjoyed meeting the new dogs and getting them settled into the kennel runs.