You've been used to home, people, love, comfort, safety, quiet." "Maybe that is just why it was glorious," said Bo, earnestly.

"I can hardly explain.

I loved the motion of the horse, the feel of wind in my face, the smell of the pine, the sight of slope and forest glade and windfall and rocks, and the black shade under the spruces.

My blood beat and burned.

My teeth clicked.