Like The Wind

When he spurred his horse to try and outrun the law, the wind was brisk, the fog heavy.

When his horse had dropped dead at a point halfway up the mountain, the wind had been strong and the snowfall light.

When he got to the ridge near the top of the  mountain, the wind was intense and the track murderous.

When his luck changed and he saw the cave opening, the wind was gale force and the opening inviting.

When he settled down in the cave, the wind was outside and the sherrif already in the cave was heavily armed.