I am happiest in the brush and by myself - whether that's the woods of northern Minnesota or the wilds of Alaska behind a dogteam, picking through the foothills of the mountains by my ranch in New Mexico on horseback, or on the ship of my sailboat on the Pacific - so I guess it made sense to me that both Brian and Samuel would find their challenges and adventures, if that's what you call them, in the woods.

Adults are locked into car payments and divorces and work. They haven't got time to think fresh.

And the last thought he had that morning as he closed his eyes was: I hope the tornado hit the moose.

Read like a wolf eats and write every day. Every. Single. Day.

I am happiest in the brush and by myself - whether that's the woods of northern Minnesota or the wilds of Alaska behind a dogteam, picking through the foothills of the mountains by my ranch in New Mexico on horseback, or on the ship of my sailboat on the Pacific - so I guess it made sense to me that both Brian and Samuel would find their challenges and adventures, if that's what you call them, in the woods.

Things seemed to go back and forth between reality and imagination--except that it was all reality.

He had to keep thinking of them because if he forgot them and did not think of them they might forget about him. And he had to keep hoping.