Ok, so here's Dally's story, enjoy:)

It was a sunny day on November 15 in Tulsa, Oklahoma. It was a Sunday and it meant just one thing to Dallas Winston– races. He was supposed to be at the track by noon. Lazily he put his uniform on and left the house. Buck Merrill, who was the owner of the horses, and the other jockeys were already there when he showed up. "Speaking of the devil." One of them said as Dallas walked in.

"So Winston you are down with it right?" one of the jockeys asked. It was Sammy. He was the oldest and meanest. Dally never liked him at all. Now he was standing slouching, hands in his pockets staring at Dally.

"What a hell are you talking about?" Dallas asked, lighting a cigarette.

"You know, hold off your horse. Frankie and Jerry are betting on me and a couple of other guys. So you got to let me win this time. I wouldn't try to pull off what you tried to pull off last time. You knew I was supposed to win, but your own damn pride got in the way. If you are wise you won't try to pull off the same shit this time."

Dally looked at him sizing him up. He hated to go along with fixing the races. It was one thing he was good at, one thing he actually loved doing and he took pride in the fact the he won most of the time. Everybody else went along with Sammy and Buck, but Dally didn't feel like it. "So what are you gonna do about it?" he asked through clenched teeth.

"Don't be stupid Winston," Sammy spat on the ground.

"No you don't be stupid," Dallas echoed him, taking a drag on his cigarette.

"Don't pull this shit on me Winston," Sammy got closer. Dally just ignored him and went to get his horse.

The races started, and Dally wasn't sure what he was going to do. Part of him thought he should go along with Sammy's plan, but part of him really wanted to win. He could easily win he thought. In a few minutes he was ahead of everyone including Sammy. He felt a rush of adrenaline from going so fast, and soon he was at the finish line.

The race ended, and Dally was announced as the winner. He got the trophy and a small cash prize. He was walking in the direction of the stables when he felt someone tap him on the back of his shoulder. He turned around, and before he could do anything he saw Sammy swing his arm and punch him square in the face. "I told you Winston stay out of this." Dally took a few steps back but didn't fall. "And I told you I hate your fucking guts" he yelled. He got closer to Sammy and punched him right into the stomach. Sammy doubled over in pain. He then stood up straight and tried to get Dally in a headlock, but wasn't successful. The crowd was beginning to gather around them – some of the jockeys as well as bystanders.

Sammy was bending down, and Dally didn't realize what he was doing until he saw him take out the blade from out of his boot. Right then Dally's reaction was to get his blade from his back pocket. He was just standing there with his blade pointing towards Sammy when they heard the sirens. Someone must've called the cops. Dally quickly put the blade back into his pocket and was going to run, but it was too late.

The police car pulled up right where he was, making the crowd step aside. The car stopped, and the police officer stepped out. To his surprise Dally saw that it was a woman. A pretty young woman at that. She got out and walked up to Dally. "Hands behind your back." she ordered.

"Why is he not getting booked?" Dally smirked.

"You were the one with the knife." she responded. Dally could've said that Sammy was the one who started it and that Sammy had a blade too, but it wasn't Dally's style to be a rat. He'd rather accept the punishment, and besides he was proud of his record with the police. He smirked slyly at the officer and put his hands behind his back. What's with this chick he thought, she couldn't have been older than 22. She was kind of cute he thought. She read his rights to him, and pushed him into the car.

They got to the police station, and the driver stopped the car. They let Dallas out of the car and led him through the doors and into a large room. There was a desk and two chairs in the room. The officer removed the handcuffs, and motioned for Dallas to take a seat, while she took a seat across from him. Officer Jenns he read her name tag.

"So do you want to tell me what happened?" she asked, taking out a notepad preparing to write stuff down. It was kind of dark in the room except for one single light dangling from the ceiling, and it was shining right into Dally's eyes.

"Not really honey," he said squinting from the light. "Can we do something about this damn light?" he said next, "it's hurting my eyes."

"If I were you I would watch what I was saying." she said to him clearly irritated by his lack of concern.

"Good thing you are not me," he responded with a sly smirk, and proceeded to get a cigarette out of his pocket. He started lighting up.

"You can't smoke in here." she said curtly, crossing her arms.

"That's a shame." He frowned, breaking the cigarette in half and putting it on the table next to him, squinting again. He shielded his eyes with his hand – "damn light. I bet you do this kind of shit on purpose." he said loudly.

"Why did you attack Mr. Rodgers?" she repeated clearly irritated.

"What's that to you?" Dallas replied, rocking in the chair a little. He was almost enjoying this conversation. He liked getting on her nerves. "I attacked him 'cause he asked for it."

"Can you clarify?" She demanded.

"There's nothing to clarify." he barked. He was getting irritated too, and the light was driving him crazy.

"Fine, maybe you can think of the answer in a cell." She put the handcuffs back on. "Follow me." she ordered angrily, getting up and walking towards the door.

"Look hun, what makes you so angry?" he mocked, "your man's cheatin' on ya? Or don't got a man all together?"

"I suggest that you keep quiet," she shot clearly ticked off.

"That's it ain't it - don't got a man." he laughed a little. "That's what you get for playing a tough chick being a cop 'n all."

"Shut up." she shot at him.

"Oh, how unprofessional." he laughed in her face. He was clearly enjoying himself. "I'll see how you laugh in the cell." she unlocked the cell and motioned for him to get in. He did, and she removed the handcuffs again.

"D'ya think I give a damn, ain't the first time and ain't the last." He looked her in the eyes. She looked embarrassed, like she didn't know what to do or say to that. Dally snorted, she was clearly new on the job. In fact he knew most of the officers at the precinct by now, but this was the first time he saw her.