They were always together.

He has told me how they roamed the mountains hand in hand in their hunts; how she was comrade and chum when he went prospecting.

He has opened his lonely old heart to me--a great deal.

He's told me how they used to be alone for months at a time in the mountains, the things they used to do, and how she would sing for him beside their campfire at night.

'She had a voice sweet as an angel,' I remember he told me once.