By: Slash!
Things been goin' downhill for me for as long as I can remember. It started the day Mama died and ain't ended since.
Now I'm standin' in the courtroom, sayin' hi to the others, and tryin' to stay cool. Won't look good if I breaks down right here.
Davey's standin' wit' Denton. I know he ain't stopped lookin' at me since I came in. I wanna tell him to get out 'cause I don't want him to know I lied to him, but I can't get my mouth to work right.
Snyder starts talkin', sayin' my real name and sayin' where my parents really are. I look over at Davey, and he looks real sad, like his best friend just died . . .
. . . or lied to him. About everything.
He looks at me, but I can't meet his gaze. I don't wanna see the disappointment in his eyes.
I'm real sorry, Davey. I lied. I ain't Jack Kelly, cowboy extraordinary. I'se just Francis Sullivan, a boy wit' a dead mama, a criminal for a fadda, and nowhere to run.
Snyder's sayin' somethin' about me stayin' in the refuge till I'm twenty-one. Forget that. Gimme half a minute and I'll be outta there 'fore I'm eighteen.
Davey . . .
I'm sorry. So sorry. I hope ya can forgive me.
Ever wake up in da mornin' and think, "Taday ain't my day?"
Yeah. Me too.