"Well, i can't say as i know anythin about that. Suppose it might take me some time to figure out what I am. Its been...oh...sbout a month since I shot anybody. hell its been about that long since i've drawn this here gun for anythin but to clean it. An my rifle? thats about the same story, got it locked up at the moment. Even avoided violence the other day when some shop keeper insulted my girl." he chose his next words carefully, stroking the stubble on his chin as he thought, "I feel different than I did thats sure. An I want to change what i was before. but i don't think i've changed all that much. casuse i can promise you holy man." his voice dropped, low and wrathful at even just the though, "if someone was to hurt her or our baby, no place on gods green earth would be safe for 'em. I'd hunt 'em down like animals an fill 'em with every shot i got."

was that too much honesty? He wasn't sure, it seemed to him like you were supposed to confess the truth here so that what he did. "Hence my predicament. How can i be forgiven if i know i would kill again in that situation?"