They know nothing of words, and speech is wasted on the dumb. Kindness is wasted. The way to run a farm is to move with authority; see how that damn horse shies away from me when it sees me coming? That’s all you need to know, son: how to walk with purpose, how to hold yourself and move as if you mean to be obeyed. That’s what a man does. He doesn’t fawn over his horse like he’s in love with it, nor coddle his sheep in the fold.
