Tearjerker

This award is for the scene or story that made your tears flow freely .Thanks to Joanna for suggesting this category, there's a lot of these kinds of scenes and moments out there. It'll be hard to pick one. But let us know when you just had to reach for those Kleenex, since your tears prevented you from reading further! The story must be done, unfinished stories will be rewarded next year!

And the nominees are:

Author and story	Scene/moment/story	Nominator and motivation
Sameena Fortune's Daughter at Writers Ranch	The story	Karen I really enjoyed the story even though it made me cry. The emotions that Buck has to deal with throughout the story are intense. Great job!
Jamie Until Dusk at Ponnyexpressen and Rival Riders	The story	*bright The story just was heartbreakingly realistic - you can lose loved one's in the blink of an eye. And then you have to live with the emptyness.
Starbright Memories of Yesterday at Ponnyexpressen	The story	Laronda So sad Lou has lost her husband she alone with a their daughter. She moves back with her daughter and meets new and old friends who help her go on. Still tears are rolling.
Debbie He was a brother at Writers Ranch	The story	Tyra Had me in tears for both Jimmy and Kid.
Wendy M Broken Promises at Ponnyexpressen's Vignette Board	The story	*bright That last paragraph rested in my mind for a long time. Lou's cry echoed staight to my heart. Masterful.
Kemara Concrete Angel at Writers Ranch and Ponnyexpressen's Vignette Board	The story	*bright The story explains al lot - Jaremiah's anger towards his sister - an anger that is built on the guilt of not being able to save her from the wrath of their father. Lou's fear of commitment and her later attraction to dangerous men ;) Worst thing is that this happens even today, and not all survive like Lou did.
Mary A The Pact at Writers Ranch	Ike's body still lay on the narrow bed where he had died the evening before, a white linen sheet folded neatly back at his waist. His blue lips were slightly parted, welcoming Teaspoon in with a grim smile. His body still glistened with sweat, but the hot blush of fever had long since left the cold, pale corpse. Gazing upon the dead rider alone would have been enough to turn Teaspoon's stomach in knots, but the sight of Buck lying in the bed with him was almost too much for his old heart to bear. The bed was not meant to hold two people, but Buck found a way to squeeze himself next to his friend. The Indian rested his right arm across Ike's chest, his fingers gently stroking the dark red blossom of blood that marked the fatal bullet wound. Buck's head was nestled just underneath Ike's drooping chin. His long, dark hair flowed over Ike's right shoulder and out onto the cream-colored bed sheet as he quietly rubbed his cheek against the base of Ike's cold and clammy neck. Slowly, Buck stretched his left hand out from behind his friend's head and gripped the dead man's left shoulder, attempting to pull the body even closer to him. Lying as they were, it was hard to tell just where Buck ended and Ike began. Suddenly, Teaspoon realized just how closely linked the two really were. Teaspoon knew that Ike and Buck had grown up together. He knew they were good friends and would risk life and limb for each other. But not until that moment did he understand the depth of their bo! nd. Ike was not simply Buck's good friend or even his best friend. He was a physical and spiritual part of Buck-an extension of his very being.	Wendy M Such a gut wrenching scene...So vivid in its description...as if you were in the scene itself..watching instead of reading...she's depicted Ike and Buck's bond perfectly...