Maybe I’d lost something. Maybe I’d lost a lot—more, even, than I could suffer—but I still had my own self. And lonesome as I might be, wasn’t no force on Earth or from above what could make me less.
J.D.  Jordan, Calamity: Being an Account of Calamity Jane and Her Gunslinging Green Man
calamity, calamity-jane, coming-of-age, confidence, loneliness, loss, scifi, western