He was restless, it seemed, and after months of irresponsibility, the thought of work was bothering him badly.

Kenny must leave the farm.

He must go soon; in a week.

And his wife must go with him.
Joan's breathless amazement made him laugh.
"But, Kenny, I--I can't!" she said.
"And I," said Kenny stubbornly, "can't and won't go away and leave you here.

The thought of winter and the hills and that barn of a house when the wind is blowing would haunt me.