Ms. Jackson feels like the dog knocking her down was life’s way of getting her spirits down. Unable to make it to her feet by herself, she begins to feel sorrow as she was letting her grandson down by not getting the medication he was in need of. Ms. Jackson, with the help of a racist hunter, was able to make it to her feet. She is overjoyed that she is out of the ravine and can continue her journey into town. Although the racist hunter is bound and determined to get her spirits down, Ms. Jackson does not let him. He threatens Ms. Jackson, but she stands her ground and continues on her way.
“The man came back, and his own dog panted about them. ‘Well, I scare him off that time,’ he said, and then he laughed and lifted his gun and pointed it at Phoenix. She stood straight and faced him. ‘Doesn’t the gun scare you?’ he said still pointing it. ‘No sir. I seen plenty go off closer by, in my day, and for less than what I done,’ she said,