Log cabin, wilderness, 1800s. Wife just found her new and not very close husband (arranged marriage, populate the country sort of thing) killed in a bear trap (it happened ok?? ;)) and is discovered covered in his blood by a half white half Indian hunter
Here's what I wrote!
The panic was setting in. At first it had been shocking, then horrifying, and now she was numb. She balled up her fists to rub out the stain soaking into her apron, but it spread to her dress and coated her arms, bright red and sticky. Sobs caught in her throat, awful gasping noises that never made it past her lips.
Roger was dead, and she was covered in his blood.
