Out Stealing Horses

“We were going out stealing horses,” he said, standing in the doorway of the cabin where I was spending the summer with my father. I was fifteen. It was 1948, one of the first days of July.

Jon often arrived at Trond’s door with some new adventure in mind. But this morning is different. What begins as a carefree ride on “borrowed” horses ends with Jon overcome by a strange grief, and Trond soon learns about the incident that set it off—an event that marks the start of a series of losses for them both.