Bagley, Desmond - Landslide, page 29
I thought I could see the green of the trees in the far distance. Clare and I had lost four million dollars between us because the Forestry Service would never allow a total cut now. Yet we were not displeased. The trees would stay and grow and be cut down in their season, and the deer would browse in their shade -- and maybe I would have time to make friends with brother Bruin after having made amends for the scare I gave him.
Clare took my hand and we walked slowly along the crest of the hill. It was a long way home, but we'd make it.
Landslide, Bagley, Desmond - Landslide
