As I sit on that cold metal chair with a wisky in one hand and the other covering a wound out of several wounds, I stay there, motionless. The crisp cold air freezing my once warm fleshy cheeks to the point of falling off. Then in that moment when I'm about ready to move on from what happened I see you, I see you walking through those saloon doors as they creek. Not from the wood however, but because the nails and screws from those saloon doors have been rusted and abused overtime. Not only that but hell, even the supports on the roof of this two story building are starting to give. The creeky sound of damp and withered wood slowly keeping in unison with the sound of an old tattered and dusty jukebox playing the same damn broken note on repeat continously, never ending, kind of fitting for the situation don't ya think? Why are you looking at me with that sour look of confusion? Is it that you forgot who I was? Come now, you couldn't have honestly forgotten a face like this? Skin wrinkled, pores wide open and visible, scar on my face, constant angry look from all the dry hot air hitting down on my face… You seriously don't remember do you? Well just take a seat over there, I'll jog your memory a bit. Care for a drink? Nah who am I kiddin', you were much of a drinker were you? More of a cigar in mouth kinda guy, Go ahead pick any of the cigars in that cabinet over there, not like anyone'll be missin' em. Need a hand lighting it? No? Good that means we can get on with it than.

See, it was back in the summer of 86 when we would all just sit there having a great time on my front porch, sippin' down shots o' whisky, hell it was almost like paradise. Our children would always be askin' us for a drink of whisky from dehydration. Hell I'd be dehydrated too playing out there on some flaming hot sand only getting hotter as the day progressed from all the sunlight beating down on it. But we would always just laugh it off and hand em a glass of water instead. Everything was good, hell everything was great. You and I being brothers in arms I didn't think you had it in you to go off and do something as stupid as you done without my consent. I remember that day perfectly, the day you decided to be an idiot and make my son a fatherless child. It all started off like any other day. You and I got back from ranglin' up a stampede from comin' into the city. However me having the noteriety that I did I got all the credit and you, got nothin', but I look back on that day and I realize that you didn't deserve no credit either way. So what does a jealous man like you do? You kill me in my sleep and kick my son outta the house tellin' him and my wife that I was out on a mission and that I would be gone for a long time and told my son to pack up his things and go look for me in hopes that the cayotes haven't eaten me yet; ironic thing is that I was already dead. Than you take my wife and make her your own.

So you take my wife and make my son a bastard for a week or so before he died, in fact, Son! Get down here! I got somethin' I wanna show ya! So, you remember yet? Why look at that son, hes tremblin' ain't that peculiar? Sure is pa, he was never really the kind of man to tremble in fear was he? That's right son. So tell me somethin' sherrif. Are you ready for your retribution? Cause I know I'm sure as hell ready for my redemption.