My grandaddy was raised on a farm, but he wasn’t the rough and tough type. He was always worrying about this or that. He didn’t fight or raise his voice much that I ever heard, and he always seemed a little bit shy and timid. In fact, the only way my grandmaw knew he loved her in the beginning was because they went out trail riding with some friends one day and she asked him straight out.
Bart, you never say you love me. How am I gonna know for sure? she asked.
Woman, he said, I’m sitting on a damn horse for you. That says it all, doesn’t it?
And it did.