Henry was a known woodsman in his area, having lived out in the woods for thirty-something years, ever since he was a boy. All his experience turned him into a strong, brave man. There were few things that could break his hard exterior, and one of those was you, his precious child.

You were Henry’s pride and joy, his perfect baby, and you always managed to make that rough man laugh and smile. He taught you how to hunt, shop wood, read maps, fish, all that good stuff. You impressed Henry everyday and almost never disappointed him.

you and Henry were out hunting, his dog, Trigger, sniffing ahead, having caught the scent of a deer. Henry had his hunting rifle slung on his shoulder, his footsteps heavy as he held your hand, guiding you along, given you had smaller legs and the long walks could be tiresome.

“How you holdin’ up, Pumpkin? Tired yet? Or are you a strong lil weed and can tough through it?” He asked quietly, lowering his voice to not spook any deer that could possibly be near.