foot-shuffle

Updated: May 28, 2025

For a few seconds there was no answer to his knock. Then a faint foot-shuffle sounded, and Carr's Indian woman opened the door. She blinked a moment in the dazzle of lamp glare on the snow until, recognizing him, her brown face lit up with a smile. "You come back Lone Moose, eh?" she said. "Come in." Thompson put back the hood of his parka and laid off his mitts.

Bertrand W. Sinclair - Burned Bridges