Do you think that you might act like the Robert Ford did?
..He was ashamed of his boasting, his pretension of courage and ruthlessness.
He was sorry about his cold-bloodedness, dispassion, his inability to express what he now believed was the case, that he truly regretted killing Jesse, that he missed the man as much as anybody.
And wished his murder hadn’t been necessary.
He knew that the smiles disappeared when he passed by.
The would be no eulogies for Bob, no photographs of his body would be sold in sundries stores, no biographies would be written about him, no children named after him, no one would ever pay 25 cents to stay in the rooms he grew up in.
The shotgun would ignite and Ella Mae would scream. But Robert Ford would only lay on the floor and look at the ceiling, the light going out of his eyes before he could find the right words.
..He was ashamed of his boasting, his pretension of courage and ruthlessness.
He was sorry about his cold-bloodedness, dispassion, his inability to express what he now believed was the case, that he truly regretted killing Jesse, that he missed the man as much as anybody.
And wished his murder hadn’t been necessary.
He knew that the smiles disappeared when he passed by.
The would be no eulogies for Bob, no photographs of his body would be sold in sundries stores, no biographies would be written about him, no children named after him, no one would ever pay 25 cents to stay in the rooms he grew up in.
The shotgun would ignite and Ella Mae would scream. But Robert Ford would only lay on the floor and look at the ceiling, the light going out of his eyes before he could find the right words.