Proud

More than one of my friends is long gone.

We were then young and proud. We moved around and always found work, whether as lawmen or their adversaries. We were adventurers.

For a short time.

We didn't have whiskey. So I hit Tom's head with the revolver pommel before the doctor started. Nothing helped.

Bill was caught off guard. The rustlers came in the night and he was alone.

I never knew what became of Edd. He simply vanished.

I stopped having illusions a long time ago. We must only know how to fire a revolver. No reason for pride.