“The only thing left to her keeping were a bloody old rag and a creased photograph of the ocean which she held pressed to the hollow of her slender throat and had thrashed for and bit hands to protect like… — Robert Gatewood Copy Share Image
“They watched the elk gallop and mull about like a new texture being laid, and their presence against the mountains in that high sweet… — Robert Gatewood Copy Share Image
“The only thing left to her keeping were a bloody old rag and a creased photograph of the ocean which she held pressed to… — Robert Gatewood Copy Share Image
“I think the river be showin a person the way his mind's supposed to work... You ain't never see a river stop and think… — Robert Gatewood Copy Share Image
“Then he turned the pebbles over in his hardened fingers, remembering the only words in the way of wisdom his father had ever given… — Robert Gatewood Copy Share Image
