Librería Samer Atenea
Kálamo Books
Librería Elías (Asturias)
Librería Kolima (Madrid)
Librería Proteo (Málaga)
Sixty-one, and certain of his hands, he has hunted the width of the world. He asks to be set down alone in a valley the maps have forgotten - a week in the last of the good weather, one tag, one great bull, and a bare place on a wall at home waiting to be filled.The snow comes early. The small life of the country goes quiet, and then goes altogether, until there is nothing left in the valley that can leave but the ravens, and the man, and the thing that has kept to the edge of his eye since the first evening - a thing that should, by every law of the turning year, be asleep beneath the frozen ground, and is not.He came here sure of what he was. The country has a colder word for it. The rifle he trusts, the hands he is proud of, the forty years - one cold day at a time, the valley takes them all back, and leaves him only the knowing.Both of them are hunters. Only one of them is prey - and the country decided which on the first evening, before he ever thought to be afraid.
