“And I'll stock the river with bass again.”
“Yes.”
“And I'll plant young poplars to cover the sight of every bit of uptorn earth along the mountain there. I'll bury every bottle and tin can in the Cove. I'll take away every sign of civilization, every sign of the outside world.”
“And leave old Mother Nature to cover up the scars,” said June.
“So that Lonesome Cove will be just as it was.”
“Just as it was in the beginning,” echoed June.
“And shall be to the end,” said Hale.
“And there will never be anybody here but you.”
“And you,” said June.
While she cleared the table and washed the dishes Hale fed the horses and cut more wood, and it was dusk when he came to the porch. Through the door he saw that she had made his bed in one corner. And through her door he saw one of the white things, that had lain untouched in her drawer, now stretched out on her bed.