![]() ![]() She smelled the frosty wet in the looming clouds, thought of her shadowed kitchen and lean cupboard, looked to the scant woodpile, shuddered. ![]() She stood tall in combat boots, scarce at the waist but plenty through the arms and shoulders, a body made for loping after needs. Ree, brunette and sixteen, with milk skin and abrupt green eyes, stood bare-armed in a fluttering yellowed dress, face to the wind, her cheeks reddening as if smacked and smacked again. Snow clouds had replaced the horizon, capped the valley darkly, and chafing wind blew so the hung meat twirled from jigging branches. Three halt haggard houses formed a kneeling rank on the far creekside and each had two or more skinned torsos dangling by rope from sagged limbs, venison left to the weather for two nights and three days so the early blossoming of decay might round the flavor, sweeten that meat to the bone. The carcasses hung pale of flesh with a fatty gleam from low limbs of saplings in the side yards. R EE DOLLY stood at break of day on her cold front steps and smelled coming flurries and saw meat. ![]()
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