“I don’t reckon it’s in their nature—not like us.” I was thinking of my daddy and hers and most of the men I’d ever knowed. Then it dawned on me, the thing about all the men I knowed—they was afraid. Of what, I didn’t know. Not of us, not of women, of course not—but what, then? They was running from something all their lives, seemed like, running as fast as they could. What was they afraid of?
