Sanctuary

The road was an eroded scar too deep to be a road and too straight to be a ditch,

Between them and the sound of it the sun was almost gone.

seventeen and more compatible with eight or ten,

"I reckon I better stay," she said.

"Dont be a fool," Horace said. "Dont you see your case is won? That they are reduced to trying to impugn the character of your witness?"

"You know as well as I do what I'm doing here. What do you want with me?"

"What is it now?" Horace said. "What do you want with me?"

"I guess not," Miss Reba said. She grunted. "Do you know him?" she said to Horace.

"Yes. I cant seem to help myself," Horace said. He opened the paper. Torn from a handbill, it bore an address in pencil in a neat, flowing hand.

I ought to be a man. So I was an old man, with a long white beard, and then the little black man got littler and littler and I was saying Now. You see now. I'm a man now.

I had iron-gray hair and spectacles and I was all big up here like women get