Sara and Rufus
There are many frontiers. This is a story about the most dangerous one of all... the frontier of the heart.
From the archives June 16, 2006:
Rufus asked Sara to wait for him, and she tearfully said she would.
"I go to seek our fortune Sara." Rufus told her, shouldering his pack. "To literally claw our future joy from frozen mud and granite tombs."
Sara kissed him and smiled bravely.
"Remember to look to the far north hills and keep me always in your thoughts."
Sara assured him that remembering to do so wouldn't be a problem.
"And know that the sound the wind makes echoes my heartache and my soul is calling for you."
Sara sighed and rested her head on his chest.
"My time apart from you, sweet Sara, shall not be counted in days or weeks, but in fallen tears on a wilderness beard."
Sara began to wonder when exactly, if ever, Rufus planned to leave.
"We shall each have nights, dear Sara, when we fear the loneliness is more than we can bear. It is then that we must be strongest--if not for ourselves then for each other."
Sara gave Rufus a little shove, hoping it might start him down the trail.
"Nothing is certain except love, my love." Rufus breathed, striding back to her side. "Remember to look often to the far north hills and keep me always in your thoughts."
Rufus was beginning to repeat himself. Sara cleared her throat.
"Know this, sweet Sara, I shall always--"
Just then a cougar jumped out from a grove of aspen trees and ate Rufus' face off. It was a perfect example of how savage the frontier could be, and though she never quite forgot Rufus, Sara married well and did just fine.
Rufus on the other hand, not so much--he didn't exactly do just fine. Mostly because a cougar ate his face off and then he died.