“I figured I’d go west, see what was ’cross the BeeCee border, maybe get there for winter and walk ’cross that frozen ocean like them yellow-haired” — Beth Lewis Copy Share Image
“a’ these?” I asked, because I knew I couldn’t do it myself. Penelope smiled and took the dead rabbit without blinking. Other hand asked… — Beth Lewis Copy Share Image
“I tried picturing all those places on that map of BeeCee. That’s what we call our country now, just letters of its real name… — Beth Lewis Copy Share Image
“You ever seen a bear jump off a cliff ’cause life handed him a few rough draws? No, you haven’t. The wild keeps going… — Beth Lewis Copy Share Image
“I figured I’d go west, see what was ’cross the BeeCee border, maybe get there for winter and walk ’cross that frozen ocean like… — Beth Lewis Copy Share Image
“The ridge sloped nice and easy down to the flat and I kept that smoke in eye-line. It went out a’ my way, few… — Beth Lewis Copy Share Image
“Everything looked like death to me, a bush was hunched-over grizzly, a skinny tree stump was a wolf staring right at me. My heart… — Beth Lewis Copy Share Image
