The Trapper and the Brave, Part Iii

...Bill passed on back in sixty-nine, and I buried him on that same hill, next to his friend Timlin Rivers, beneath northern lights and the night’s chill. And I know it won’t be all that long until I too will be joining them, the doc said two months, three at most ’till the cancer brings me to my end. I wanted you to hear all this so you can better understand how it is you came to be ‘Bill,’ and why you father’s named 'Timlin.' I know your wife’s expecting now a child I won’t live to see, but some day you must tell them this, ought to know the family history. Know how we carved out a living, why we're settled out all this way, all because that gruff, old trapper took in a poor and starving brave.