“Very bad thing, killing little boy. But maybe Red man knows about whisky-Red, very thirsty, making crazy. Not like killing man to take his house or his woman or his land, like White man all the time.”

— Orson Scott Card

Source: The Tales of Alvin Maker, Red Prophet (1988), Chapter 4.

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American science fiction novelist 1951

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Source: The Tales of Alvin Maker, Red Prophet (1988), Chapter 4.

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Source: The Tales of Alvin Maker, Red Prophet (1988), Chapter 2.

“The husband's behavior was heroic … but what we expect of a husband toward his wife: his right, and his proud privilege, to die for his woman. But what of this nameless stranger? Up to the very last second he could have jumped clear. He did not. He was still trying to save this woman he had never seen before in his life, right up to the very instant the train killed him. And that's all we'll ever know about him.
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