27 Clinging Hate (AFRS)

Does it spring from the same well to become divided by the furrows and ridges of the mind? And where does the heat scream in?

These are questions with a definite purpose long before the opening curtain of our story, a story of clinging hate, starring William Garten. Is when flying was a dangerous profession, some of the more daring pilots found their way to the airline run above the towering Andi. Here disaster lurked on every mountain beast. It was in San Mario, a tiny refueling station on this airline that kept Jordan stood

in the pilot's room staring out into the dense blanks, before his mind delivered a picture of merry glows. In fact, in the shadow, a lurking hate for someone was ready to stalk and cover all good emotion.

This was a grinding relentless surge of obsession. Well, you've got something in your mind, Ted. Come on, come on, spell it. Oh, it's Mary Nick. Mm-hmm. I thought so. She's been gone two weeks. Seems like a lifetime.

You know, it's funny, Ted. When you first came down here to fly this run, I figured you was a guy who traveled alone. You just didn't seem like the kind of little woman get under your skin. Of course, that was before I met Mary, your wife. I think she stops.

You bet she is. There aren't any more in the world like her. Where'd you ever find a girl like that? I wondered myself, like, seems like Mary came along at the time I needed her most. She kind of drifted into my life about two years ago when I was flying the Salt Lake Mail out of