"That's it, Johnny Reb," Caleb challenged. "Turn tail and run." With a bellow Joss whirled and came at Caleb with all the restraint of a runaway freight train. His powerful fist caught Caleb squarely under the chin and sent him flying backwards into the grass, past his mother's headstone. Blood trickled down Caleb's chin, but he grinned at his brother as he got to his feet. "I'm still here, Joss," he said. "And I'm not going anywhere until you sit down and talk with me like a sane man." Joss's thick chest heaved with the effort of his breathing. Sweat glistened on his face, and his hand was still knotted into a fist, but his eyes were wet. "Damn you," he spat, and then he walked away. This"