Winter's Bone: A Novel by Daniel Woodrell

Author:Daniel Woodrell [Woodrell, Daniel]
Language: eng
Format: epub, mobi
Tags: Coming of Age, Teenage Girls, Problem Families, Mountain Life, Ozark Mountains, Dysfunctional Families, Bildungsromans, Family Life, General, Literary, Sagas, Fathers and Daughters, Fugitives From Justice, Fiction, Domestic Fiction, Rural Families
ISBN: 9780316057554
Google: ey7Oa4CWqp8C
Amazon: 0316066419
Publisher: Back Bay Books
Published: 2006-08-07T07:00:00+00:00

WHERE REE slept the night shadows seemed never to change. A yard light across the creek cast a beam at the same angle as always through her frosted window. She sat up in bed listening to The Sounds of Tranquil Streams while watching the same old shadows and vanishing sprites of her own boring breath. She raised two quilts and draped them across her shoulders while the stream tumbled chanting around a rocky bend and she considered forever and how shadowed and lonely it would likely be.

In Ree’s heart there was room for more. Any evening spent with Gail was like one of the yearning stories from her sleep was happening awake. Sharing the small simple parts of life with someone who stood tall in her feelings. She stretched flat and turned the knob to quiet the stream. Counseled by midnight and a clutched pillow she eventually eased into sleep.

Knocking sounds pulled her awake. There was no radiant heat this far from the stove and she stood on the cold wood of the floor and looked out the window and saw the antique truck. The frigid air raised bumps on her skin as she went toward the knocking.

Gail said, “He told me if I was goin’ to stay out this late, I might as well stay out all night. He took Ned to his folks’n shut the door on me.”

Ree waved her inside and threaded through the dark to bed and crawled yawning under the heavy quilts. Gail sat on a chair and began to undress. Her breathing floated welcome ghosts into the air. Caked mud broke loose when boots thumped to the floor. Jeans and socks were dropped in a bunch on top of the boots. She fidgeted on bare feet and rubbed at the skin of her shoulders and arms, looking down at the bed.

Ree held the quilts pulled wide, patted the sheet, and said, “One log alone won’t hold fire.”

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