"I tell you," he says, "I'm goina fix my heart on something that caint get tore away from it. And guard it like a dog with a old soup bone. I loved the woman--she left. I loved the boy--he's dead. I took care of this place all my life and now you want Carl to have it just because he's got a little cough and he's getting scared? Nobody held a gun to his head to make him go off to West Virginia. It all gets took away from you in the end except faith in the Savior."