"Your father offered to give me back all the money I'd won. I can't do it, Kate."
He could see her grow angry, beautifully angry.
"Is they no difference between Kate Pollard and Joe Pollard?"
Something leaped into his throat. He wanted to tell her in a thousand ways just how vast that difference was.
"Man, you'd make a saint swear, and I ain't a saint by some miles. You take that money and pay Dad, and get on your way. This ain't no place for you, Terry Hollis."
"I—" he began.
She broke in: "Don't say it. You'll have me mad in a minute. Don't say it."
"I have to. I can't take money from you."
"Then take a loan."
He shook his head.