“I’m a lot stronger than I was before I came to Starkfield.”
“And now you’re going to throw away all the good it’s done you!”
There seemed to be no answer to this, and again they drove on for a while without speaking. With every yard of the way some spot where they had stood, and laughed together or been silent, clutched at Ethan and dragged him back.
“Isn’t there any of your father’s folks could help you?”
“There isn’t any of ’em I’d ask.”
He lowered his voice to say: “You know there’s nothing I wouldn’t do for you if I could.”
“I know there isn’t.”
“But I can’t—”
She was silent, but he felt a slight tremor in the shoulder against his.
“Oh, Matt,” he broke out, “if I could ha’ gone with you now I’d ha’ done it—”