Shadow on the Snow

Take one man who made a bargain with himself. Add the soft voice of a woman and a wind swept mountain. Let's our story. Shadow on the snow. Taken from the files of John Steel. Adventure.

Hello friends. This is John Steel. We're back again to bring you another story of suspense and action. So sit back, relax if you can and listen. This week's tale takes us to the towering peaks of the Swiss Alps where a good friend of mine lived, a story of very strange mood. But before I start telling it myself, suppose

we turn the meeting over to Johnny Martin. He's the fellow who lived it, and here he is to tell him. Johnny? I don't know what you begin a story like mine, I don't know. Maybe I should go back to the When I first came to Switzerland on leave, rehabilitation leave, I think they call it.

I remember how hungry I was with the sight of a city that wasn't gutted by bombs and for the smile of a people who hadn't known fear or want. And I remember how I hated going back to the army and all at that meant.

I promised myself that someday I'd come back to Switzerland and I did. Yeah, that's where I started. I came back to Switzerland and I found Vreini. Vreini with her strong hands and her clear eyes.

met, fell in love, and were married all in a couple of months. We rented a small chalet high on the hills outside Zermatt. During the summers, I'd help my friend, Franz, pull the tourists up and down the peaks around us.

During the winters, we ran a little shop in the village that Vrenny's father had left. And that went on for three or four years, and we were happy. I said that this big started. You are happy to sleep.