Bystanders one and all, not just on the day but for every day I was left to hang. They chose to beg, falling silent when I showed them the blood of the Lawman still on my hands. Much was left unspoken as silence ruled them. There was nothing to be gain in being Sorry. For Sorry is something I seek to kill. The connection was made and they knew nothing could be said that would cause me to spare any of them.
Mercy turned away, she could not stand the sight of them. They tried to save their worthless lives by standing behind a man far better than all of them combined. A good man that would not do what they did. Be an accessory by standing aside and doing nothing while another gets killed. They must die for me, they must die for him. I will use every drop of their blood to wash his away, I want my hands clean again.