Sam stretched his arms as best as he could in the booth. he was keeping an air of calm logical thought, but inside a storm was raging between wanting change and diving right back into the bloodshed. He wasn't sure he could ever fully wean himself off violence, since in all honesty were any harm to come to her or the baby he would do everything in his power or die trying to beat the offender to death bare handed. "You may be right there father. think its been right about...6 years or so since last i didn't have a gun on my hip an a rifle in my hand. this here weanin yer talkin about might take some time, suppose that means i cain't shoot no one in the leg to teach 'em a lesson either hmm? Nothin says i disagree like a gold ol pistol whippin either" he was only kidding...well, sort of. "as far as readin an writin i ain't gonna be writing any books any time soon, but i get by."