"Son," the man called out, his voice raspy but kind. "That’s a mighty long way to go with such a burden. You look like you’re about to break."
An old man, sheltering under a lean-to made of cedar boughs, watched them struggle past. He saw Elias’s knees buckling, his breath coming in ragged, white plumes in the cold air. 8. He Ain't Heavy
"He’s not a burden, sir," Elias said. "He’s my brother." "Son," the man called out, his voice raspy but kind