Blacktail Deer Plateau mine was a religion and happiness was a fact

Her comment came upon him so slyly that for a moment, the look he gave her was borderline confused. He had never quite thought of it that way, not even in the slightest. But in a way, it could have easily been true. "So you're saying that I'm old," he countered with mock disbelief posing a front for a toothy smile. In truth, he wasn't really much of a spring chicken any more but who could have really been the judge of that? Life in the wilderness was something else and for some of them, they didn't last long. Others went on and on, putting years behind them like they did the days and weeks of the present. His parents could have stood among that collection, but his eldest brother certainly wasn't too far out of the picture on that note either.