Snips, Snails, and Puppydog Tails
The only reason Wolfwood knew he'd had a mother was the sheer anatomical possibility of it being otherwise. His lessons had included gunsmoke and bullets over books and arithmetic. Hardly a normal childhood, but Wolfwood didn't mind. He'd survived in a world where many children didn't.
Still, there were times when he wondered what she'd been like, if he resembled her, if his life would have been happier if he knew her. No man could live without asking "what if" once.
But in the end, he always concluded that it was better this way. He'd only have broken her heart.