"We are criminals, brother.
We don't get to choose between Heaven and Hell".

"In the 1800's, people did risk getting a bullet when going on a stroll. Unless they carry a gun themselves. It didn't always help... But it was at least something. Over time, there were fewer and fewer blank spots on the map. And still, gangs continued to cause mayhem. What else is there to do, if not make a small bloodbath over a stack of dollar bills? So I regularly helped people see Jesus. I mean, "Jesus" is my shotgun. What does my brother think of it? He doesn't like this joke. He's a good man, my brother. But his little daughter has more guts now than he does. I mean, she's barely 7, but I'd trust a gun to her more willingly than her dad." 

Marla Moore, 1902.