We'll be fine, we're the winners.
We're the ones who jump the backs
of the shooter and
force a rope against their necks.
We are the survivors.
I've looked up this word before while reading Emily Dickinson, but I had forgotten its meaning and came across it again today. So the word is...
reckless boldness; rashness
Found: while reading my textbook for American Literature I.
P.S. My Dad bought Adele's CD.