Read the excerpt from The Land. My daddy's voice was soft, but we knew his mind. That was his prized horse standing there bleeding, and we knew he wasn't about to take that lightly. "I asked a question," said my daddy, and his voice was still low. "I expect an answer." He looked straight at Mitchell's daddy. "Willie?" Willie Thomas eyed his son, then cleared his throat. "W-well, now, Mister Edward," he began, not looking at my daddy but at Ghost Wind instead, "th-these here two boys jus' done brought this here stallion from them woods yonder, and they done brung him back all torn up like this."