You set up some tin cans and get draw your yeti-blaster 2000. You zap every single can into oblivion. They disintegrate into dust laying a gray tint onto the newly fallen snow.
The flakes begin to fall again, and the trees creak under the weight. You hear a sound in the bush. Could it be the Yeti? Or maybe wolves who have come to eat the cowboys?
Play poker with the other cowboys?