"We should read to give our souls a chance to luxuriate."
“I love you, John.” He switched to Yanube, a tongue no longer much used. We generally spoke English or Lakota.
“I will protect you against the elements with my body. But mostly I will cloak you in my love. It may not turn aside a bullet or fend off attack by rabid animals, but it protects against a darker danger.”
A smile tugged at the corner of my lips.
“And what is worse than that?”
“Loneliness. Being alone. But because of moments such as these, you will hold some part of me with you even after I walk the Western Road. You’ll hold memories of everything we’ve done together.”