You gave me your word, but words for you are lies -- Quarterflash

That's the way it is with a lot of folks. People talk a lot, but there ain't really nothin' there to back it up. There are a few people though, that I have trusted no matter what. And only one of 'em that I grew up with. Wish I woulda known sooner what a snake he was. Before I left the Judge's, there wasn't a man alive other than Brad that I would have trusted at my back. He was my best friend.

The Judge... it's his fault, really. He put Brad and I at odds from day one. Always tryin' ta see who could outshoot the other, who was quicker on the draw. I guess I shoulda seen it comin'. We both wanted the Judge's approval, but Brad didn't just want it. He needed it.

Clare died on account of him. Him and the Judge. And Brad died on account of the lie he told me. If he hadn't told me Clare had been kidnapped, instead of just run off, then she never would have died.

It's strange, but every time I look at these colts; the matched pair; I see Brad. And it reminds me that there ain't all that big a difference between myself and Brad. Just like the colts, it's all in how you handle things.