“I’ve already done it,” Leigh declared.
“Throw it up. You can’t make it,” Thaine urged.
“I know I can,” Leigh maintained stoutly.
“I can.”
“How?” Thaine queried hopelessly.
“If I can get the loan—”
“Which you can’t,” Thaine broke in. “Any man on Grass River will tell you the same, if you don’t want to believe the word of a nineteen-year-old boy.”
“Thaine, I must do something. Even our home is mortgaged. Everything is slipping out from under us. You don’t know what that means.”
“My father and mother knew it over and over.” Thaine’s face was full of sympathy.