Nothing Good Ever Comes Without A Price.

A Man Who Wouldn't Cheat For A Poke Don't Want One Bad Enough. --augustus "gus" Mccrae

I Hate Rude Behavior In A Man,' He Explained In His Quiet, Unassuming Drawl. 'i Won't Tolerate It.' He Politely Tipped His Hat, And Rode Away.

Call Listened With Amusement--not That The Incident Hadn't Been Terrible. Being Decapitated Was A Grisly Fate, Whether You Were A Yankee Or Not. But Then, Amusing Things Happened In Battle, As They Did In The Rest Of Life. Some Of The Funniest Things He Had Ever Witnessed Had Occurred During Battles. He Had Always Found It More Satisfying To Laugh On A Battlefield Than Anywhere Else, For If You Lived To Laugh On A Battlefield, You Could Feel You Had Earned The Laugh. But If You Just Laughed In A Saloon, Or At A Social, The Laugh Didn't Reach Deep.

Writing Is A Form Of Herding. I Herd Words Into Little Paragraph-like Clusters.

-she Remembered Them Kindly, For There Was A Sweetness In Boys That Didn't Last Long, Once They Became Men.