"Elias offered to carry us another year. All he wants is a mortgage on everything that isn't already mortgaged to him."
Emma gaped, and Joe said quickly, "I told him to—I told him no."
She half rose out of her chair. "Joe, maybe you should have—"
"No!" he interrupted almost fiercely. "I won't do it! We're in debt as far as we're ever going to be! Some things will remain ours!"
There was a short silence while both pursued their own thoughts. Emma turned a worried face to him.
"Do you think you can make another crop?"
Joe looked at Emma and then he looked beyond her. Outside the night was black, but in his mind's eye he could clearly see the ravaged fields. In his muscles he could feel the ache of the plowing and the planting of the new crop. In the pit of his stomach he could already feel the pain and rage that he would feel if the new crop should be destroyed by frost.
Emma waited, and then she got to her feet with an anxious haste. "Pete Domley will pay for the seed, Joe. Barbara and I can help with the planting."
Now suddenly he didn't want to comfort her any more, nor to bolster up her hopes about the new crop. This was a time for facing facts.
"Emma," he said, and his lips felt dry and tight with the effort to control himself. "Emma, there's free land for the taking in the west."