Out of Context

Holy crap, I was so intent on binging Bosch season 3 (read the books but hadn’t watched the show until now) and almost too late, at 11:20pm, realized that I’m about to miss posting our daily reading after 162 days.

Riders of the Purple Sage
Zane Grey

“I don’t care. I’m sick of–of–I’ll show you a Mormon who’ll be true to you!”

“But, Blake–how terribly you might suffer for that!”

“Maybe. Aren’t you suffering now?”

“God knows indeed I am!”

“Miss Withersteen, it’s a liberty on my part to speak so, but I know you pretty well–know you’ll never give in. I wouldn’t if I were you. And I–I must–Something makes me tell you the worst is yet to come. That’s all. I absolutely can’t say more. Will you take me back–let me ride for you–show everybody what I mean?”

“Blake, it makes me happy to hear you. How my riders hurt me when they quit!” Jane felt the hot tears well to her eyes and splash down upon her hands. “I thought so much of them–tried so hard to be good to them. And not one was true. You’ve made it easy to forgive. Perhaps many of them really feel as you do, but dare not return to me. Still, Blake, I hesitate to take you back. Yet I want you so much.”