The Trail Of Your Blood On The Snow

The Trail of Your Blood on the Snowauthor of One Hundred Years of SolitudeAt dusk, when they reached the border, Nena Daconte realized that the finger where she wore her wedding ring was still bleeding. The guardia civil, a woolen blanket thrown over his patent-leather tri-cornered hat, examined the passports by the light of a carbide lantern while making a great effort to keep from being knocked down by the force of the wind blowing out of the Pyrenees. Although both were diplomatic passports a...