Two Friends & Other Stories
Mother Sauvage continued her ordinary existence in her cottage, which was soon covered by the snows. She came to the village once a week to buy bread and a little meat before returning to her house. As there was talk of wolves, she went out with a gun upon her shoulder – her son’s gun, rusty with a buttworn by the rubbing of the hand. She was a strange sight, a little bent as she strode slowly over the snow, the muzzle of the gun extending beyond the black headdress that confined her head and imprisoned her white hair, which no one had ever seen.