EqLit – Frazier

Charles Frazier
Excerpt from Thirteen Moons

We went hard down the road, riding double on a fine horse, the river road unspooling flat and sinuous and the wind blowing back Waverly’s mane. I looked around and Claire had loosed her hair from its binding, and it too was whipping long behind, and her dress skirt was blowing back; flaring like a comet’s tail, as if that sweep of hair was all the effect the resistance of the world could have on us as we streaked through the night…[we were] riding with the certainty that life could be a stream of such moments, a dream forever.

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