I met Reeve, and Reeve pumped some bullets with sense into me.
He let out some of my life, but he let in a lot of knowledge.

Among other things he showed me what a friend might be.

He's stayed here and nursed me and talked to me--like I was his equal, almost, instead of being sort of simple, like I really am.

And I've made up my mind that I'm going to cut loose from remembering you folks in the mountains.
I ain't your kind.

I don't want to be your kind.