"I don't know what I need to be honest Miss," Johnny replied back, noticing her small panicked changes. He sighed, hoping for maybe something simpler. "I have a loaded Colt Dragoon under my jacket in two brass knuckles tucked in my shirt pocket. I absolutely do no plan on using them tonight, you hear?"

Johnny returned to his seat, slouching back with a sulking thud. He didn't want a thankless whore to keep him company or more drink to repress how he really felt. He wasn't a religious man, but all he wanted to do was repent his sins. Get the poisonous truth out of his system before it killed him.

"Miss Rose, you've shown me kindness few have shown me before. I don't want nothing from you but time. I am a a man worth his wait in sin and I just need to get some of it out, I suppose. If you wish to decline, I mighty understand. No harm, no foul."