Coming back from the army, the guy kicked out his unfaithful wife and their illegitimate child. And getting rid of her things, he was dumbfounded by such a find…

And mainly, loves the forest. Visible even without glasses. God willing, we’ll get along.

And they really hit it off great. In a month, John called Chris nothing but sonny. They talked little.

Mostly business. But the guy managed to say he lives with his mom in the state capital. Has a girlfriend and a cherished dream.

What kind, though, he didn’t reveal. Old John also kept quiet about personal. Though he liked the young man a lot.

Nothing to brag about. Ruined his own fate to the root. And then the terrible happened.

On patrol. They stumbled on a poachers’ camp. Drunk men tumbled out of the tent.

Grabbed their guns. A verbal skirmish started. Then a shot rang out.

Apparently, to scare the rangers. But it turned out like this. Only John noticed in time where the hunter aimed.

Shielded Chris with himself. Realizing what happened, the criminals panicked. Hastily loaded into the truck and left.

Left John bleeding in the woods. Chris bandaged Old John himself and called the ambulance. Then held his hand the whole way.

Begged not to pass out. On the road, John asked to find his wife. Ask for belated forgiveness.

After all, he always loved Annie and the son. But such fate. Young have internet and all possibilities.

Maybe Chris can do it. And the ranger’s wound is severe. Lost a lot of blood.

Even the doctor averts eyes. Will they make it? And the guy promised, swallowing tears.

Promised and kept shaking the older comrade. If they deliver conscious, there’s hope. When John opened his eyes again, the ward was in twilight.

Only the nightlight’s diffuse glow cast vague shadows. And at his headboard lurked a barely visible female silhouette. The ranger strained his eyes.

Annie? But this just couldn’t be. So he did die after all…