Blacktail Deer Plateau We will welcome summer's ghost

"No," he answered lightly, gently, staying her by arching his head in front of her, then catching her eye. "We're not going to race. We're going to run together. We're going to leave all our worries behind us. We're going to forget about Atticus and Junior and all of our hurts. We're going to fly and be free. Okay?" He smiled, then withdrew to stand parallel with her again, giving her a sidelong glance to make sure she was ready.