Byron's like a song with one note. You ever read another book in your life, Byron, besides the Bible?
No need.
Byron acts pious. Few years ago, when he was under contract to Central, I seen him and a bunch of other Pinks mow down 32 Apache women and children.
Renegades... gunning down railroad men and their families. Picking 'em off the road one by one. Scalping 'em.
There was young ones running around crying and screaming. No more than three years old. And his boys shot 'em all then pushed 'em into a ditch. Some of them was still crying. But I guess Byron figured that Jesus wouldn't mind. Apparently Jesus don't like the Apache.
Keep on talking... all the way to Yuma, right up them steps, to the rope, straight to Hell.
Day I die, Byron, I'm getting sprung from Hell.