They had been Vince's brothers in a way, and Race was his son, and you couldn't drive a man's family to the earth and expect to live.

Joe Hill
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The relationship between Vince and Race was like that of a father and his son. Race was like the son that Vince had never had. Whenever Vince got into trouble, Race was always there to bail him out. He was always there to give him advice, to support him through tough times, and to let him know that he could count on him.

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