“He was reasonably confident he would never be a rich man. But he was and always had been a proud man. The Confederate States were and always had been a proud nation. And Sonora and Chihuahua were and always had been states where pride counted for even more than it did elsewhere in the CSA. A poor man who could hold his head up often gathered more respect than a rich man who could not meet his neighbors’ eyes.When Rodriguez brought his youngest son into Baroyeca, he strode along with pride unusu...al even for him. Pedro seemed a good deal more diffident than his father—or maybe his feet hurt. He had on the sturdy shoes he’d got from the Freedom Youth Corps. He hadn’t worn them much since getting out of the Corps a few months earlier; sandals were plenty good for farm work. But he didn’t want to seem like a peasant when he came into town.“They will make a man of you,” Rodriguez said as he and Pedro started up the main street toward the alcalde’s residence.“I thought the Freedom Youth Corps already did that,”MoreLessRead More Read Less
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