Now that Mma Ramotswe had decided that she would do something, she would not walk away - she had never done that before in the face of a wrong that was crying out to be righted, and she would not start now. Mma Ramotswe was too modest to consider herself brave, but that was what she was. She was a brave woman, and however boastful men might be about their deeds of heroism, when it came to bravery, women could hold their heads up as high as could men, higher perhaps - not that these things should ever be measured.