And so it stays just on the edge of vision,. A small, unfocused blur, a standing chill. That slows each impulse down to indecision. And realisation of it rages out. In furnace-fear when we are caught without. It means not scaring others. Lets no one off the grave. Death is no different whined at than withstood. I used to think adults could d.

They would always think of it as the home place. The boys walked every inch of the land; Pa thought the land would instruct them in how to be competent men. He taught his sons not to cry. If they were to be farmers, as he expected, they needed to be tough, sometimes even without compassion. They were sent to boarding schools, to get the Indian out of them, Pa said.