"Miss Rose," Johnny replied, "do you know anything about the O'Hennessey Brothers? 'Snake' and 'Rat' O'Hennessey ring any bells? People say they killed forty men blazing a damned trail from the East all the way to Oklahoma."

He got up, holding an empty glass as if it was the last thing he could grab before falling into an empty abyss. He needed to get up, get on his feet for a moment. A small intelligent part of his brain told him to shut his trap and run, but he honesty had to come clean to someone.

"It was actually sixty, Mis Rose. I killed fifty-three of them. I am 'Rat' O'Hennessey, and I don't know what to do."