" Moosonee. End of the road. End of the tracks. I can sense
it just beyond the trees, nieces. It’s not so far away through
the heavy snow. That place, it can be a sad, greedy town.
You fall into your group of friends, and that’s that. Friends
for life, minus the times you are enemies. Not too many
people around here to choose from for friends, or for
enemies. So choose right. In this place, your people will die
for you. Unless they’re mad at you. If you are on the outs
with a friend, all bets are off. You don’t exist. "

― Joseph Boyden