“Then he turned the pebbles over in his hardened fingers, remembering the only words in the way of wisdom his father had ever given him. The land is your bones and your bones is the land. He thought about that,… — 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
