 She'll cry when I'm gone, boy. She'll be sorry. I got the old gun ready, though. Look, you better put that gun away someplace. Why don't you just get down to the river and hop in? Not me, boy. I'm not jumping in that icy river. Take my death of cold. Look, I'll go get you some food to eat, and then you'll feel better. I'll be right back. Okay.