Jack merely grunted at the man's response, only slightly lightened by the fact that the man had managed to come out of the attack without any major injuries. His mind was on the crawling pathetic exuse for a man some ways down the road. He would get to him with time, he just wanted to make sure he didn't manage to pull something while Jack wasn't paying attention. He felt it was his personal duty to rid the world of these men. While they had not wronged him nor gotten away with their attempted robbery of the man that stood next to him, Jack was sure they had gotten away with the robbery and murder of others. 

The man's question prompted a pain in the back of Jack's throat, the urge to cry tugging at his eyes. He would've thought that, after crying for seven hours straight, he wouldn't have any tears left in him to shed. Such an assumption would be wrong. Furrowing his brow and blinking the tears back, Jack gained eye contact with the man for the first time. "My father." He then pulled one of the pistols from his holster and began to stride forward towards the crawling man. "'Scuse me for a minute."

It didn't take long for Jack to catch up with the last man, a trail of blood leading Jack straight to him. He seemed so pathetic, squirming and dragging himself under the unforgiving sun. The dust swirled about with each gust of wind and even when Jack pulled along side the man, he continued to move forward. It was not until Jack physically stood in the man's path with his gun drawn that he began to plead. 

"You don't have to do this. I won't go the authorities about what you did, I promise. It was all their idea anyway. They blackmailed me into helping them, I wanted no part of this! Just let-"

The man's voice was replaced by the piercing sound of a gun shot, a neat hole now ran through his head. 

"Shut up."

With that, Jack returned back to the scene of the crime, holstering his weapon as he walked. He wasn't necessarily worried about the man who had been ambushed. He doubted he would go to the authorities with what Jack did after he had saved him his life, his possessions, and money. Besides, the man looked as if he were the type of person to look the other way. 

Returning to the scene, Jack ran a hand through his hair once more before saying another word and extending his hand.

"Name's Jack."