"I love you", he whispered.
"I love you too", she whispered back and they both fell asleep.
The next morning it was hard to say goodbye to Becca and head out into the wilderness with Tyrone. His feelings were still a mix of confused emotions he needed to sort out. Tye sensed his mood and tried cheering him up as they treked through the snow. Mostly they talked about women.
The second month with Tyrone went fast and the last of February had the warm promise of spring making everyone restless. The first part of March had them snowed in with what they hoped was the last winter storm of the season. It was a big storm making drifts well over their heads in some areas. In camp they had to break out of their shelter and dig their way up to the surface. The weather continued to be mild after that with some melting during the day and freezing during the nights.
Tyrone was a natural in the mountains and finished his training with no real problems. He spent time in the evenings showing Tobal how to make a fiddle for himself and gave him basic instructions on how to play on the one he had made during the last month. It was Tyrone's time to laugh as the wolves howled when Tobal began his practice with the borrowed fiddle and bow.
It was the last day of training and they were heading back toward the gathering spot. Tobal was trying to work on his own fiddle and not getting it right. That was when Tryone handed him the fiddle he had made.
"Here", he said. "Keep this one. It's yours. You'll never be able to make a good enough one to play and I can always make another one."
Tobal was touched. "Are you sure?"
"Absolutely", Tyrone said. "You've been good to me and it's the least I can do. Keep playing and you'll get better."