I'll break it to her--what she always feared." Suddenly Duane sat down and covered his face with his hands.
"My God! Uncle, what have I done ?" His broad shoulders shook.
"Listen, son, an' remember what I say," replied the elder man, earnestly.

"Don't ever forget.

You're not to blame.

I'm glad to see you take it this way, because maybe you'll never grow hard an' callous.
You're not to blame.

This is Texas.