"Don't worry, we'll be here It's only six months". Johnny looked down a bit then up at his friend Pony. Pony' eyes looked dreary and watery as he parted ways with Johnny. Johnny had gotten charged with involuntary manslaughter and got 6 months in jail. If it were a Soc, they would have been free of charge. But the judge wasn't satisfied without letting a greaser go with out any time."Bye Ponyboy,"Johnny said, "I'll miss you." Pony straitened up and said his parting words, "Stay Gold", and watched the guards haul of a limping Johnny. He had broken his ankle when the beam in the church fell on it. Johnny looked back at Pony, "Stay Gold, Pony, Stay Gold".
Dallas Winston was one happy fella today. It had been a month since Johnny had been in jail. In that month, Dallas had saved up his money to get Johnny out. Of course, he had made money by stealing, dealing grass, and selling stolen items, but it was the thought that count. Dallas had "borrowed" Buck's T-Bird and was riding up to the jail. The law enforcers just want money and Dallas made sure he had some extra cash for bribes. When Dallas got out on "good behavior", he actually paid his way out. Dallas knew what the filthy police wanted. So Johnny was coming home. Dallas lit up a cigarette and turned on the radio. The only thing that was playing was some 60's mood crap that Dallas didn't like. He turned off the radio and kept on driving. He hollered at a couple of cute girls and sped. He was extremely excited.
Wen he got to the jail, he swung open the doors. He started in, like the jail was built for him. He went up to the counter and said, "I'd like to see Tom." The lady at the counter titled her glasses in annoyance. "Officer Thomas White is on break. He'll be back in-". Just then, a police walked in. Dallas smiled, leaning against the counter, "Hey Tom". The Officer glared at Dallas then said, "Winston, in my office". The lady at the counter looked shocked that Officer White would even waste a second on Dallas Winston. Dallas gave the lady the middle finger and a smug look before walking into the office. Dallas made himself at home and sat on a chair, putting his legs up against the desk. The Officer sat down and said, "Winston, I'm doing you the biggest favour you'll get from me. Now, pay up." Dallas smiled, "You ain't doin me a favor. I'm doing you you favor by paying' you. Now enough of the formalities. I got the cash". Officer White didn't mind skipping the formalities and said, "1500. You got that much?". Dallas pulled out a stack of hundred dollar bills. "1500", Dallas said, "Now you know your end of the deal, you ain't gonna tell nobody about this and you're just gonna say he got out on good behaviour. Understood?". The Officer said, "Yes. Not a word will be spoken. I will inform the guards that he needs to be let out. Not a soul will know about out deal. Not get out of my office so I can get the kid. I will release him in the back." Dallas nodded and walked out to the back. By the time he got there, the officer was there with Johnny. Johnny had changed into the clothes he had when he was arrested after the church burned down and had broken his ankle. Johnny looked at the police suspiciously and Dallas heard him ask, "Can I get my blade back?". He was obviously nervous around the officer because this was an unusual thing to happen. How would you react if you were taken out of jail and led to the back of the prison and not informed at all of what is happening? You'd probably think you are going to get killed. "No, that switchblade was a weapon used in a crime. It is evidence." Dallas was close to where they were now. He yelled, "Don't worry kid, we'll getcha a new one." Johnny jumped and turned around, "Dally?", he said. "Yeah," Dally said running towards him, "the one and only." The officer said, "Alright now, get the hell out of here and I better not be seeing you around again," he then went back inside. Johnny raised his eyebrows and they half disappeared in his hair which had almost grown back. "What the hell is going on?", Johnny asked, in an puzzled soft voice. Dallas shook his head and said, "not now kid, we gotta leave this shit hole. I parked Buck's T-Bird over there." The two greasers fastly walked over to where Dallas had parked the car. They got in the car and Dallas drove off, leaving the jail site and the torments of Johnny's past month behind. Johnny sat silently, hoping Dally would explain himself soon. Dallas shook his head and said "How ya been?". Johnny just looked down and said, "Okay…" Dallas sighed and said, "You are probly wondering' how you got out so early. Let's just put it as… the fuzz ain't as high and mighty as they try and act to be. If you pay 'em some money, they got no problem shorten' your sentence."Johnny mumbled an "oh". They sat in silence until Johnny surprisingly spoke up. "Thanks Dally… for getting' me out. It musta cost a lot, I can find I way to pay you back", he said without looking up. Dallas looked at Johnny, even though you were supposed to keep your eyes ahead when you drive. "Listen kid, don't pay me back. I don't want you to… Look, When you went in that fire… well, it scared me something' awful. When we didn't have enough money to get you a lawyer for your case, it scared me you'd get locked up for life… or worse. When they gave you six months, that scared me, you mighta changed by the time you got out. You're lucky to have survived this far… So make my money and your luck worth it and don't do some shit as stupid as you did before", he said it in a voice Johnny had only heard once when they were talking in this same car but up in Windrixville. It was a sympathetic, caring voice that was only ever directed to Johnny. Dallas put his eyes back on the road and said in a serious, threatening voice, "You hear me, don't ever do something like that again". Johnny looked up and said, "Trust me, I won't ever do something like that again".
