Shelter

One midnight when I was about sixteen and watching the late movie with Dad, I started to nod off. He rocked my shoulder. "Listenup," he said, pointing to the screen. I propped up to peer past the bowl of old maids to see Mr. O'Hara, redder than usual, lecturing Scarlett.

". . . land is the only thing in the world worth workin' for, worth fightin' for, worth dying for, because land is the only thing...