I just sat there, staring at the cold, bloody, body of my dead father.

" I should of killed them. " I managed to choke out.

" It's all my fault. Charlie should have been dead. I should have killed him! "

I couldn't belive that I let my own father - who I never showed any respect, but secretly looked up too- die. Right in front of me.

" We should go William." Mr. Butterfield said calmly.

I knew that Mr. Butterfield did give a gods damn about my father. But he could at least act like it.

" I can't leave him."

" We have some extra horses. We can lay him on one and take him back if you'd like." God, I really can't stand him right now. Why wouldn't I want to take him back home? God, for a Mayor, he sure is dumb.

"Fine." I didn't care if I had to cary him back. There is no way that I could leave him.

The scene kept playing in my mind. Pa smiling up to that stupid outlaw -Ben- the gun shots. The gun shots that will haunt me forever. And him falling. Falling to the ground. Helpless, I was help less. I should have seen Charlie gating up. I should of seen him aiming his gun towards my Pa. I will never be able to live with my self. Not after this. If I see Ben agian. I am going to kill him. Like I should of from the begging. I know Ben is going to escape from Yuma. But waiting for him, is going to be one pissed of 14 year old. One 14 year old with some serious anger issues. One with revenge building up inside him. One that will kill anyone that gets in his way.