I was visiting a friend of mine high in the Sierra Nevada last year and my stagecoach overturned while crossing a riverbed during the rainy season. Unfortunately I lost all of my firearms in the accident as they were washed downstream, and probably covered in mud. Ah well. Now I have none to turn in.
"As I walked out the door toward the gate that would lead to my freedom, I knew if I didn't leave my bitterness and hatred behind I'd still be in prison."