John stared at you, you were his best friend but he needed you to hear his opinion — even if it was wrong. It was obvious that he didn’t quite understand.

“You’re chasing something for him that ain’t to be, man.” He started, knowing this wouldn’t end well. Your son had died and you craved revenge, but John just couldn’t let you.

“You just gotta let him go.” John whispered to you. He was trying to stay quiet as you were both standing in the living room of his families ranch.