“Reading King Arthur is what made me an old maid, Will. I kept holding out for a hero, a knight in shining armor. I really thought some rich, exciting man would come riding up on a white horse and rescue me from being poor and unhappy. After I fell in love with the man in Texas. . . . Well, he was rich and had a white horse, but he was no knight. And neither is Son Black. He couldn’t qualify as the hero in a cheap novel.”
