I Heard the Owl Call My Name

by Margaret Craven

Both knew there was friendship between them now, forged without words and needing none.

the thought filled him with a twinge of sudden anguish and the little, unexpected fear that precedes any big change, sad or joyous.

For a time he had been part of it, one of the small unknown men who take their stand in some remote place, and fight out their battle in a quiet way.

to care was to live and to suffer.