I stopped to give you these papers for your father." She handed him the package.

"And--and I want to thank you, Matt, for what you did at the mill.

All my life you have been fighting for me, and--and I have never done anything for you.

I wish I could do something--something that would show you how--how I care." Her voice faltered.

He was so big and strong, and there was such a look of hopeless love and pain on his rugged face--a face that was as frank and open as a child's.