XOV ITT: 
MIOW this is the end. 
It is three years since 
I first became a wo- 
man-who-goes-hunting- 
with-her-husband. I 
have lived on jerked 
deer and ei water, and bathed in 
dark-eyed pools, nestling among vast 
pines where none but the four footed 
had been before. I have been sung 
asleep a hundred times by the coyotes’ 
evening lullaby, have felt the spell of 
| their wild nightly cry, long and mourn- 
ful, coming just as the darkness has 
! fully come, lasting but a few seconds, 
er 
