He liked to get off by himself, a mile or so from camp, and listen to the country, not the men.

You should marry me", he said. "I will be good to you. I am not like these men. I have manners. You would see how kind I would be. I would never leave you. You could have an easy life.

He loved the way she smelled in the mornings; he liked to sniff at her shoulders or her throat.

The years would pass like weeks, and loves would pass too, or else grow sour.