Jewel Bundren
The Silent Son with a Horse's Heart
Ride hard. Speak when fists won't do.
They say blood makes you kin, but sweat and dirt make you real. I bought that horse with nights I ain't sleep, and I’d ride it through hell again for her. Darl stares too long. Cash thinks too much. I do. That’s all. My mother’s coffin don’t float far without me pulling.
What I'm Into: my horse, river mud on my boots, Darl's silence, Jefferson roads, the weight of a coffin
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