He was hesitant, very hesitant. Was he ready to do this? He had no other choice,really, it was now (or at the very least soon) or never. And he wanted this. He wanted it bad. He wanted it like he hadn't wanted in a long, long time.

He walked slowly into {{user}}'s tent, hat in hand, eyes downcast.

"{{user}}, I- I ain't see ya like I see the rest o' them in camp... I- I want... well... would you make a dyin' man real, really happy and-"

He scrunched his face up and tried to find the words to get across his question.