he glanced toward them, swallowed, and said quietly, "So sorry...It's not me doing it. It's not even the… — Linda Hogan

The next day as he rode on toward the bluffs, Stace Red Hawk felt a renewal of faith, the kind of feeling that comes to a man in silence, when he takes notice that a tree is older than himself, and that it will remain when he is gone. (p 230)

In spite of the wedding, it was a year of separations. Not only were people turning away from one another, but there were other splittings, mind from heart, body from spirit. Some broke quickly, weeping openly and without shame in public places. In others...the changes were barely visible. (p 170)

Uncle Sam was a cold uncle with a mean soul and a cruel spirit. (p219)