Men are mudsill. A woman stands up and a man’s only response is infidelity.
the line that separates insecure ambition from likely success
I’d have expected a more dashing and distinguished look for an old lieutenant, but he’s nothing better than a down-and-out rail worker,” Haviland laughed.
All the while, as I gaze at the artfully photographed author posing as if in mid-thought, I’m aware of a small jealousy.
An old soldier has dreams for his son.
What an addict says to his son.
Why did Thankful make a point of telling him of her engagement? They had hardly spoken in the months since William left her at the post.
“He’s intoxicated, the thief, and should be left to wander the desert,” Baker, the preacher’s son said when William arrived at Fort Grant that night.
“I’m not drunk—now let me see Thankful.”
“Buck Crenshaw is my favorite dysfunctional lovable character.”
Thankful pouted, swaying a little while twirling a curl. “My cousin wants me gone by tomorrow, so may I stay in camp? I’d feel safer with military men than the common sort in town.” She blushed at William. “I didn’t mean Willy–Bill of course. My cousin is a gentleman.”
The holiday visit unravels after Fred Crenshaw throws Captain Simon McCullough’s West Point scrapbook into the fire. “That Weldon was just lording it over you that you might not graduate from the academy,” Fred said as he watched the flames eat away at the cloth edges of the old West Point scrapbook. “There’s too much…
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Paintings, conversation and memories stoke the flames of jealousy and resentment. The parlor seemed closer than ever as the men entered. The fire roared and everything smelled of the kitchen disaster. Katherine laughed with Nathan and Thankful as the three popped corn…