“Ah can’t sex a woman no more. Ah only done that a few times before the war, but Ah liked it.” Maxe’s voice starts to get angary. “Ah wanted to have a normal life, like Ah never had when Ah was young. Now Ah can’t never have that.”
“Some women don’t care that much about that party of marriage.”
“Well Ah care about it. And besides, what woman would like to look this face every morning and night? And just look at my jaw’s all lop-sided And this patch where my eye should be. Here is a thing all ladies would like.” He pulls his hair off his forehead, showing the ‘M’ scar on it. That Major had Fletcher and Goe do this. Now everyone will think Ah’m a murderer.”
“I know the terrible things Major Wilcox had us do to you. The Major was a sadistic bastard. He hated all Rebs, and sharpshooters most of all. Because one of them got him in trouble one time, him hiding behind a tree wile his men were shot at.” Owen looks down shaking his head. Then he looks back at Max. “If you didn’t come here to kill me, then why are you here?”
Ah wanted you to know why Ah ain’t going to kill you.
“I didn’t help castrate you, but I did beat you with a whip”
Max remembers back to the night. I t was the night Goe hit him with a musket butt, breaking his jaw, and knocking his eye out of its socket. Owen was beating him with a whip on his bare back.
“That was interrogation, Tring to find my Whitworth rifle to keep it out of Reb hand. That was a tactical thing. I understood that. The castration was pure evil. That’s what I’m here for. You refused that.