- Tuesday, September 02, 2008
"I'll do that."
The boy spat on his palm and held his hand out.
The man spat on his own and they shook. No laughter. No jokes.
"It's a promise," Tyler told him.
"All right then." The man looked around the valley and took the boy's wet socks, putting them under the straps that held the tent on his pack so they'd dry as they walked in the sun. "One last time. One last trip into the Winds."
"When you're too old."
"That's right. When I'm too old."
Copyright © 2008 by Tom Morrisey
Published by Bethany House Publishing, a division of Baker Publishing Group
PO Box 6287 Grand Rapids MI 49516-6287
Used by permission. All rights reserved. No part of this publication may be reproduced, stored in a retrieval system or transmitted in any form by any means, electronic, mechanical, photocopy, recording or otherwise, without the prior permission of the publisher, except as provided for by USA copyright law.
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