I didn't even make it that far. Was pulled out to work on the farm. I know a lot about sheep, hunting, and doin' my job, but not much else, I s'ppose.

[He returned the squeeze of her hand, his eyes locking themselves on his fingers wrapped around hers.]

I'm not Truckie. Never gonna be him, but I, um. [He paused, the words getting harder to say.] I want to mean that much to you, pumpkin. Someday.