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300 pages, Kindle Edition
First published September 21, 2018
“I've never felt so loved before,” said Laurie. “Never felt loved the way you make me feel loved.”
“I will make you feel loved all the days of my life,” said John, his voice quite clear and sure as he said this.
“It's hard to explain, but when I'm with you, I don't feel like there are parts of me that are unnecessary. I don't feel rushed. I feel contented and happy when I'm with you. When we're like this, or doing chores together, or when we went looking for the buffalo wolves. It means something, my life means something when I'm with you.”
“Yesterday,” said John, petting Laurie's fingers with his own. “I was so in love with you I couldn't even see straight. Which was probably why I kissed you in town. My mind was so full with my love for you, I couldn't see the wrong of it.”




The little red fox saved Old Joe, in a way, from being alone, and Old Joe and the little red fox were happy together.There is an utter sweetness to John that is hard to explain. He's childlike in his crush, and in experiencing first love. And through his vulnerabilities, he gives Laurie the space to let his emotional walls down as well. This is not a high octane, angsty, nerve-racking story. This is more a gentle, meandering-creek-through-the-woods kind of love story. It was so beautiful.
“If they asked me, do you love him, I would lie and say no just so I could keep you."
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...When love beckons to you, follow him,
Though his ways are hard and steep.
And when his wings enfold you yield to him,
Though the sword hidden among his pinions may wound you.
And when he speaks to you believe in him,
Though his voice may shatter your dreams
as the north wind lays waste the garden
..
..
Love has no other desire but to fulfill itself.
But if you love and must needs have desires, let these be your desires:
To melt and be like a running brook that sings its melody to the night.
To know the pain of too much tenderness.
To be wounded by your own understanding of love;
And to bleed willingly and joyfully.
To wake at dawn with a winged heart and give thanks for another day of loving;
To rest at the noon hour and meditate love's ecstasy;
To return home at eventide with gratitude;
And then to sleep with a prayer for the beloved in your heart and a song of praise upon your lips. (Kahlil Gibran)
" He could not bear the thought of John dying all alone like that, sitting in the leather chair facing the door while the wind howled through the broken windows, his cracked rifle on his arm, waiting for his Little Red to come home to him.
"I'm coming home, John. I don't know how, but I'm coming home."
"I would lie to keep you…If they asked me, do you love him, I would lie and say no just so I could keep you..."
"…(because) the Iron Mountain doesn't grant wishes, it gives you your heart's desire."
