“And in the silence what followed, I reckon our eyes had some long conversation our mouths could’ve never talked through. Some long, looking talk about things gone and long since said. About cries out in the night and some long ago tangling of limbs. And about them betrayals done time and time again—by both of us—what led to me pointing the Green Man’s rifle at the man what once loved me under the Green Man’s stars.” LoveChoicesLossRegretConversationWesternComing Of AgeCalamityScifiCalamity Jane Book:Calamity: Being an Account of Calamity Jane and Her Gunslinging Green Man Source: Calamity: Being an Account of Calamity Jane and Her Gunslinging Green Man
“Maybe I’d lost something. Maybe I’d lost a lot—more, even, than I could suffer—but I still had my own self. And lonesome as I might be, wasn’t no force on Earth or from above what could make me less.” LossLonelinessConfidenceWesternComing Of AgeCalamityScifiCalamity Jane Book:Calamity: Being an Account of Calamity Jane and Her Gunslinging Green Man Source: Calamity: Being an Account of Calamity Jane and Her Gunslinging Green Man