The Native, too, looked to the sky. “See that star up there?”
“Well, you can have a life as bright as that star or you can have one much like the gravelly dust that you are standing on. We all have choices, brother— choose well.”
Subdued and humiliated, I looked at the man who had just saved my life. “I never did get you name . . . mine is John.”
He smiled and nodded. “Toby . . . it’s Toby.”
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