The Unforgiving Land

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The Unforgiving Land is written by Gaylon Barrow and published by CreateSpace. It's available with International Standard Book Number or ISBN identification 1451523254 (ISBN 10) and 9781451523256 (ISBN 13).

"All right--I'll tell you why, fast enough." His tone was grim. "I'm going to leave the country because I can't stay any longer--not while you're in it." "Why--Kent!" She seemed inexpressibly shocked. "I don't know," he went on relentlessly, "what you think a man's made of, anyhow. And I don't know what _you_ think of this pal business; I know what I think: It's a mighty good way to drive a man crazy. I've had about all of it I can stand, if you want to know." "I'm sorry, if you don't--if you can't be friends any longer," she said, and he winced to see how her eyes filled with tears. "But, of course, if you can't--if it bores you--" Kent seized her arm, a bit roughly, "Have I got to come right out and tell you, in plain English, that I--that it's because I'm so deep in love with you I can't. If you only knew what it's cost me this last year--to play the game and not play it too hard! What do you think a man's made of? Do you think a man can care for a woman, like I care for you, and--Do you think he wants to be just pals? And stand back and watch some drunken brute abuse her--and never--here!" His voice grew testier. "Don't do that--don't! I didn't want to hurt you--God knows I didn't want to hurt you!" He threw his arm around her shoulders and pulled her toward him. "Don't--pal, I'm a brute, I guess, like all the rest of the male humans. I don't mean to be--it's the way I'm made. When a woman means so much to me that I can't think of anything else, day or night, and get to counting days and scheming to see her--why--being friends--like we've been--is like giving a man a teaspoon of milk and water when he's starving to death, and thinking that oughta do. But I shouldn't have let it hurt you. I tried to stand for it, little woman. There were times when I just had to fight myself not to take you up in my arms and carry you off and keep you.