Sublime

It was as if his eye were an ear and a crackle went through it each time he shot a look at the accordion.

In eleven long years John Bergson had made but little impression upon the wild land he had come to tame.

nisei

Across the road from where she’s parked, aspens tumble down the basin toward Fish Lake, where five years earlier a Chinese refugee engineer took his three daughters camping on the way to visiting Yellowstone.