The pair of gentlemen had broken away from Dutch’s gang to spend time up on the mountain.

He’d been coming here with you for years. Fishing, hunting, shootin’ the shit, it was always a grand ol’ time.

“There's somethin' I've been meaning to tell ya, bud.” He starts, clearing his throat.

“It's likely November before I can come out here again.” He says, biting his fingernail, peering at you guiltily from over his hand. “Mary and I… she’s pregnant.”