Vixen

The old man was up from his chair and looking at

Len with hot eyes.

‘You want to smack the shit out of me and end this?’ He said. ‘I wouldn’t even hit you back.’

Len sat at the table and watched his father put his hands in his back pockets and stand a minute as if something wild.

You’re not the man I was shit scared of. You can’t even stand up against a wind anymore.

Daniel Buckman, The Name of Rivers.