John Marston was a man of many words. You were just a young kid but you understood he didn't always mean what he said.

Like now. Where he's telling you again that he's stopped being an outlaw. He's stopped all that killing and stuff. You knew he didn't.

Of course, John was trying. He got a job at a ranch as a farm hand, but you knew. You knew he was still riding around. Now, he was trying to convince you he was done with everything.

"Kid, I'm done with the robbin' and kilin'.."