Mareseer

Author: (English) Nicholas Evans / Country: Mainland China
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Publish Date: 2006-07-01
Features: A global bestseller with 15 million copies sold, topping The New York Times bestseller list for 40 weeks, The Publishers Weekly list, and one of the Top 10 Bestsellers of 1998 by USA Today! The same-named film won the American Golden Globe Award! A classic of tragic love! A city woman tired of urban noise and seeking nature falls in love with a cowboy, an aristocrat, in a four-day, four-night romance. "They silently made poetry of each other's bodies." This book offers a little indulgence, a romantic encounter—it is the deep longing of a woman who has shed her pretenses, tired of urban clamor, and seeks the natural melody of life. Thirteen-year-old Grace, riding her beloved horse "Pilgrim," has an accident while venturing out in the northern part of New York in the midst of winter. Grace loses a leg, and "Pilgrim" is on the brink of death. Mother Anne desperately hopes Grace will recover quickly, but soon she realizes that to restore her daughter's mental health, she must first save "Pilgrim's" life. Upon hearing that there is a skilled horse healer named Tom Book in Montana, Anne tirelessly calls him for help. Despite repeated refusals, Anne refuses to give up and eventually decides to drive with Grace and "Pilgrim" to Montana. Under the vast sky of Montana, the lives of Anne, Tom, and Grace are forever changed.
"Is that so?" Logan asked. "You're a veterinarian too?" The man sneered contemptuously as he continued to reload his gun, a disgustingly smug look on his face as if he knew he would be proven right. Logan desperately wanted to strangle him. He turned to face the bridge and took a cautious step forward. The horse immediately retreated. Now, under the sunlight on the other side of the bridge, Logan could see that nothing was stuck to the horse's chest. A pink patch of horsehide hung down from an L-shaped wound, about two feet long. Blood gushed from the exposed muscle, flowing down onto the chest and into the water. Now Logan saw that the wet substance on the horse's face was also blood. Even from where he stood, he could tell the horse's nasal bone was broken anded. Logan felt a pang of sorrow. What a beautiful horse it had been! He couldn't bear to put it down. Even if he could get close to help stop the bleeding, the horse looked too severely injured, with survival chances slim. He took another step forward, and Pilgrim also retreated and glanced upstream for an escape route. A sharp sound came from behind Logan—the hunter had cycled the bolt. Logan turned angrily to face him, "Can't you lock the damn gun?" The hunter didn't answer, merely giving Kupman a knowing glance. Logan noticed the unspoken understanding between them and was eager to break it. He put down his bag, crouched down, took out some things from it, and said to Kupman, "I want to see if I can get close to it. Can you go to the other side of the bridge to block it?" "Yes, sir." "If the horse comes your way, you might need to wave a stick or something to guide it. Your shoes might get wet." "Yes, sir." He had already turned back into the woods. Just then, Logan shouted from behind him, "Shout when you're ready. Don't get too close!" Logan filled an syringe with anesthetic and stuffed other things he thought he might need into his fur coat pocket. P038