All the hapless silent lovers,
All the prisoners in the prisons, all the righteous and the wicked,
All the joyous, all the sorrowing, all the living, all the dying,
Pioneers! O pioneers!
Boyd and Ives have a nice chat.
I see the blood wash'd entirely away from the axe,
Both blade and helve are clean ...
Boyd flees to the mountains. Ives pursues him.
Each man grieves in his own fashion.
Scenes from the private affairs of one Cornelius Hickey.
William Gibson has a past, but Cornelius Hickey has a future.