Stars
Once she’d reached the edge of the meadow, she stopped, unable at first to understand what she was seeing: two figures, proximate and mutually wary, one …
Without moving, she grasped what she was seeing: a man, pistol dangling from one hand, contemplating a wolf he had trapped. The wolf, its foreleg secured in the jaws of a trap, was watching the man as he looked back at it. Time was not the same dimension here that it was in the rest of her life.