“As it happened I did not grow up to be the kind of woman who is the heroine in a Wester, and although the men I have known have had many virtues and have taken me to live in many places I have come to love, they have never been John Wayne, and they have never taken me to that bend in the river where the cotton-woods grow. Deep in that part of my heart where the artificial rain forever falls, that is still the line I wait to hear.”
