I was not much used to women except for mothers. Everything I did, they did different. See image Daniel Woodrell
Pine trees with low limbs spread over fresh snow made a stronger vault for the spirit than pews and pulpits ever could. See image Daniel Woodrell
Gail had a baby named Ned who was four months old, and a new look of baffled hurt, a left-behind sadness, like she saw that the great world kept spinning onward and away while she'd overnight become glued to her spot. See image Daniel Woodrell