His carryall in his hand, Bullet jogged down the driveway….The fields stretched away on either side of him, and he stopped at the end of the driveway to look back at them. He’d new-harrowed the fields, and they were ready now to take the crops he wouldn’t harvest from them. Tough luck, and he had known what it would cost. But he let his eyes run over them, over the lumpy surface of them. He wanted to keep connected to himself as much as he could; he wanted to be sure he could take with him whatever memory could carry.
The Tillerman Cycle book series by Cynthia Voigt is really great reading. I’m glad my sisters brought them to my attention this winter. Voigt is a remarkable writer and I have been interested in the way she has filled out her characters by staying in the same world and telling another story. So good.