At the mention of the wife dying, the hammer stopped tapping, the grip of his hands making his fingers white on the weapon. It was the only thing keeping the massive man from shaking. He feared the death of his wife more than the death of himself, of his business or his pride. His wife, was everything. Despite the seemingly deadly grip on the metal, it did not budge, only keep the man in place. Dale looked at his hands when he spoke, his head down to hide the fire now lit in his eyes. All he replied with was a "No."