Here's a story.
Years ago when Virginia was wilderness, long before the War for Independence, a trapper decided he needed the companionship of a woman, so he played cards and won a young Indian girl. Together they lived in a cabin far from towns and far from her village. He'd go for weeks into the forest, hunting and trapping animals to trade. He was very good with a rifle, and he was strong, able to walk for miles, and he was always safe in the woods in spite of the dangers of bears, snakes, renegades, weather, and just plain bad luck.
He enjoyed his times with the young woman. Even though they were so different, they made each other very happy. She was always glad to see him return, and made their home comfortable and fed him well. Their intimate times satisfied them both. She bore him a daughter whom he treasured.
But one terrible time when he returned, he found them both dead. Marauders had found their remote cabin and killed the woman and her child.
The trapper's heart was broken. He kept to himself for the rest of his life, mourning the cruel loss of his family.

(That story was from a bit of inspirational writing on the question of What karma do a certain man and I have together?)