“You know, when I get back from the tour, I was thinking I might take Rory out with me sometimes. After school. Teach him to shoot.” Hazelle nods.
“That’d be good. Gale means to, but he’s only got his Sundays and I think he likes saving those for you.”
round and round, two by two, we run around the rules.
At dawn, I lie in bed for a while, watching the sun come up on a beautiful morning. It’s Sunday. A day off at home. I wonder if Gale is in the woods yet. Usually we devote all of Sunday to stocking up for the week. Raising early, hunting and gathering, then trading at the Hob. I think of Gale without me.