Pride would never be her ally.

When I envied a man’s spurs then they were indeed worth coveting.

Jealousy is an unjust and stifling thing.

I knew you”d never be American enough to help me reconstruct my life.

I need this wild life, this freedom.

The narrator finds that as a maturing character grows in stature before her friends that she sees less stature while evaluating herself.

Where I was raised a woman’s word was law. I ain’t quite outgrowed that yet.

Instantly a thick blackness seemed to enfold her and silence as of a dead world settled down upon her. Drowsy as she was she could not close her eyes nor refrain from listening. Darkness and...