You both look at the hole in the wall

You see a smoking hole in the wall of your apartment. You and the farmer both gulp. He drops the gun to the floor.

"I just want you to do the right thing -- at least pay her child support. It's the least you can do for knocking her up."

"You're right. I know you feel strongly about her, or you wouldn't have come gunning for me. Give me the address of your county, and I'll submit to the paternity test. She's a wonderful girl and she and the baby deserve the money."

The farmer picks up the gun and walks out, tears in his eyes.

You follow through and submit to a DNA test.