Sunday Sentence: "The Mountain Man's Relativity Theory" by S. Brady Tucker

Simply put, the best sentence(s) I've read this past week, presented out of context and without commentary.

As we turned our animals toward home, I could hear the skulls in the panniers softly and hollowly bumping against each other, and I hoped against all hope that the dental records would be enough to identify them, that we could somehow bring them back to the world, to those families who waited in front of cold hearths for their return.

Last line of "The Mountain Man's Relativity Theory,"
a short story by S. Brady Tucker
in the Spring 2013 issue of The Iowa Review