Permafrost Hollows maybe there is damnation

by turns the press of her body was irritating and a comfort. she chewed quickly, quietly; she had learned to be quiet. or maybe she had never been loud. 
in time he nipped at the tip of her ear. "yew gonna stay with me the winter then, indra?" his voice rumbled, the rattle of a rusted traincar on an equally graveled track.