I found 'em on his body.

Look at 'em.
Pictures of you and your girl.

Pr'aps you'll deny them.

Pr'aps you'll tell me I lie when I tell you he told me he was your son; told me how he ran away from you; how you were livin' somewhere in the mountains makin' gold, or suthin' else, outer charcoal.

He told me who he was as a secret.