During the day Ennis looked across a grreat gulf and sometimes saw Jack, a small dot moving across a high meadow as an insect moves across a tablecloth; Jack, in his dark camp, saw Ennis as night fire, a red spark on the huge black mass of mountain.
=aside= Sandy, Paul, and Toast
A thousand heartfelt thanks to each of you for making Oct. 12th
one of the best days of my life. "Overwhelmed" is certainly the
operative word here. You should see the smile on my face as I
write this. We'll definitely have to do it again.