Lost Creek Hollow the older the fiddle, the sweeter the tune

The woman had a point. What could possibly root him here, if he had other obligations? If he found them and they were happy somewhere else, wouldn't that make him yearn to leave and set up shop somewhere else? He understood her apprehension and they were good points, but even as she spoke her concerns he was running through the possibilities in his head and knew the truth.

My word is my bond, lass. I dinnae give it lightly. His tone is serious but he isn't trying to be harsh with her; there is no way for her, or her leaders, to trust what he's saying right off the bat. He has to prove himself to be worthy of any trust. Findin' them would settle some 'o my worry, but I would nah abandon my commitment to yah. I swear it. I dunna think I'd ever find 'em anyhow.