Conversation

Two weeks had passed and Mary was buried under her favourite spot on the hill, she liked it there since it reminded her of what the world was actually like outside of her life and sitting in a place where I could have a few minutes to myself sat at the table facing opposite to the cells and whilst staring into space, “Hey fuckface! It was only a woman... there hundreds in this town alone, go marry one of them if you are that ****!” “Micah shut the fuck up!” Dutch spoke putting his book down pulling his seat to face me spoke, “James...Look, I just wanted to say: hang on in there, they need you. I know it’s hard but...” I turned around and facing him spoke, “Dutch, I never had anything: no money, no parents who cared and then I had her, she was the only thing I wanted, I wanted her to be here with me to: comfort, support and love” he nodded before Micah spat from his cell, “Abigail fair enough or Karen but Mary...Hell Susan is a better fuck then she was! Wasn’t she Dutch?” leaning over to Dutch’s bars and turning around Dutch barked, “We caused her to do it in the first place!” “Just showed she wasn’t made of the good stuff!” Dutch got up and smiling walked to Micah before snarling barked, “She was one of the good few” as he slammed his head into the bars, “Now shut up!” before returning to his seat, “I sorry James!” “I should have kidnapped her years back at least this wouldn’t have happened!” Dutch nodded before shaking his head spoke, “No, I should have let her go years back, Arthur was right and you were right prior to him. If I just knew would happen, I would have done it differently!” “What am I meant to feel Dutch after the anger what do you feel?” Dutch pondered before on it before saying, “I suppose helplessness and loneliness!” I looked down before saying, "I thought so" Dutch asked, “Since I won’t ever see it, what will you do after the executions?” "Cry" "And then what?" "My brotherhood says this sacrifice will be rewarded and her sacrifice brought me wisdom...I doubt it but I don't care anymore, if I get gunned down then be it, if I get blown up then be it" Dutch got up and shaking his head snapped against the bars, "No, the people need you and the gang needs you and so will a woman when the time comes" I shook my head before snapping, "You couldn’t just stop could you? You were outlaws in an world that didn't want you but you still gunned people down and robbed the hard working who relied on the coin, the products and others items you stole for their livelihood!” “We were living free!” “And your members are dead for breaking the laws!” “The laws were made by the high up men! Who don’t care about the people!” “The laws are in place to protect the people from harm and helps ensure everyone is treated fairly! This idea that they oppress the masses is down to the odd corrupt Sheriff! Not all of them but you don’t see that you just moan and bitch thinking you were right when you were so wrong... and now another innocent is dead due to your thinking! I got punished for doing my job and protecting the town...typical!” Dutch nodded before speaking, “And that’s why you must continue...you sacrifice everything for them and they will continue to need you, you have to sacrifice yourself for others to be happy and trust me, you will find that woman who isn’t like Molly or Susan or a common whore and when you do these moments will be in the distant past!” “I hope so because currently I feel like shooting myself just so I don’t have to think about it anymore!” I picked my hat up and placing it on my head spoke, “I need some air!”