“I’m down on my knees, willingly, because I just got you. I just got you, and I can’t lose you. I’m sorry I didn’t recognize your face from back then. I am. But you, Noah…the boy who asked to ride horses at my ranch.” The sound he makes is wounded. Involuntary. “I know you deep in my bones. And I was so fucking scared of that when you showed back up in town. Because I saw that man. I saw you, and you wouldn’t see me back.”
