Otter Creek january

barley is not far at all. he is approaching, now, massive and grey, like the threat of an impending ass-beating. but watching and listening is what he would do. stood at his wives shoulder and let her say the words, do the talking, scare the filthy wolves that tried to worm themselves into the meadow that would be claimed by the dogs.

a man who, in all ways, could be defined by the word 'menacing'.