Quotes from Margaret Coel

Faith] was something other than an intellectual exercise. There were no words, no lofty concepts, that could take away the pain. Faith was living with the pain.

The past] has a way of hanging around, demanding we understand it and weave it into ourselves so that we can go on.

Arapahos had followed the buffalo, pitched villages in the lee of the mountains, ridden out like itinerant shop-keepers to trade buffalo robes and blankets with other Indian tribes. Intelligent, logical, peaceful, that was the Arapahos. "The businessmen of the plains," the first white traders had called them.

We live far away from our families and everything else that other people hold dear, and we follow a charismatic leader." "So now you're comparing Orlando to Jesus Christ?

To wonder is to begin to know

There was the loud thump as the truck clipped the rear of the Jeep and sent it fishtailing over the dusty ground

They buy 'em here 'cause it's cheaper. You know how rich people are. Money sticks to their hands, 'cause it's the most important thing in the world to 'em.

He would go to Vera and deliver the horrible news and comfort the poor woman with his prayers and platitudes and tell her how God was with her, no matter what. She knew the words by heart; there had been times when he had used them on her, and she wondered if God had been with T.J. when they were cutting his arms to the bones.

she might have died in the accident. But there was nothing—nothing—a priest could offer her.

It was still with them, the century-old futility of trying to protect what was theirs while watching it being taken away. It clung to her people like a stain that couldn't be removed.

Fifteen years in prison! That's eternity for an Arapaho.

road jogged west. Another mile, and he pulled up in the

miles per hour, eighty-five, and still the sedan stayed behind

had been parishioners at St. Francis Mission longer than he had been here. He had known Ned since he was a kid, brown face and big teeth, playing first base on the Eagles baseball team. Ned had moved to Jackson Hole for a while, but then he'd come home. He'd stopped by the mission twice, something on his mind each time, Father

Vicky didn't say anything for a moment. "Red Cliff Canyon is a sacred area," she said.

And one of the other routes we looked at crosses a wetlands. The bird lovers would be out in force.

There'll be a demand for campgrounds and hiking trails.