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“We won!” It’s not subtle, but neither is Thatcher. He runs up, arms out, ready to lift someone up in a hug. Jackson, with the mustache a mile long, is the lucky guy, despite inches of height and pounds of weight over Thatcher.
Jackson’s grin splits his face and looks good doing it. “We won!” He calls it back, like an echo.
We won.
Boone doesn’t hold in his own grin. Years lost, men lost, but they won. His laughter joins the others, and he reaches out and tugs the closest one into a hug as well.
Men cry, but no one talks about that. Boone cries and he won’t mention it later.
Fox holds him in a hug. He’s smaller, but his grip is tight and the tears are real. Boone knows him well enough to know. He can feel the wetness on his own shirt. He’s felt that wetness before.
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This is not a happy story. This is not a fair story. These characters do not happy healthy heal one another.
But they're flawed individuals who make do with what they have. Unfortunately for both of them, that's only each other.
WELL NOW THERE IS A SEQUEL COMING, SORRY FOLKS, THAT COMMENT GOT ME THINKING.
Series
- Part 2 of For the Birds