My clan is the Clan Mac Kay. And that means the same here as it did back home. Grampa taught me to always mind my own. In this brave new west he carved a mountain home. But then the Sutherlands came and shot my daddy dead. The forest floor is stained a darker shade of red. Retribution. So now this boy and old man will cross the valley tonight. We're not the kind to run away from a fight. It's been said somewhere that "vengeance is mine" and if you go for revenge you better dig two graves. But tonight I dig three and that just suits me fine. Just a shovel of dirt, a cross, a few more Jesus saves. Now Grampa and me walk in silence all the way back home. Retribution.