“Truely was a Mississippi boy still. He didn't have a thing against religion, especially in the gentle hands of somebody like his daddy--or his mother either. But he wasn't too much persuaded when salvation was fired out of a double-barrel… — Nanci Kincaid Copy Share Image
“It was funny the way memory obliged the heart. His happy recollections were always afloat in his soupy subconscious where so many of his… — Nanci Kincaid Copy Share Image
“Pinetta was a hotbed of snakes and storms and sandspurs and sexual longing.” — Nanci Kincaid Copy Share Image
“Unlike some of his buddies, Truely had never been afraid of books. Following his daddy's example, he had read the newspaper every day of… — Nanci Kincaid Copy Share Image
“I knew then, in that small moment, that all my life I would be the kind of woman that inspired weakness in men. It… — Nanci Kincaid Copy Share Image
“It made me understand that we don't always get to decide what we let in and what we keep out. A door is just… — Nanci Kincaid Copy Share Image
“Truely was a Mississippi boy still. He didn't have a thing against religion, especially in the gentle hands of somebody like his daddy--or his… — Nanci Kincaid Copy Share Image
