"Jack? truth be told I didn't know much about the man." Sam leaned his head back, gathering his thoughts for a few moments. none of this would mean anything if he was not completely honest after all, "Jack joined our gang about...4 years in? only lasted about a month. We was robbin a stage coach outside bristol. He shot one of the ladies inside for refusin to give him a kiss. A kiss! You believe that? Then had the stones to laugh about shootin an unarmed woman for such a damn fool reason. didn't kill her, but put a bullet in her all the same. Now we may be killers but even we had limits. no unarmed men, an damn sure no women an children. So we finished up, John did his best to tend the ladies wound and we left. Once we was back at camp I walked up behind Jack an gave his mind some fresh air." Sam sat forward now, unfolding his arms and resting them on his legs instead. "After that, we packed up an made our way. left his body there for the buzzards, figured they could use a meal."