"The less you talk, the longer you live," you tell the man as you lead him away from the crowded station. Although this is a busy town, it's not hard to find a secluded alley where nobody will see you do what needs to be done. Once alone, you let your target go, allowing him to turn and see the eyes of his killer, just like you had to do when he had you hanged. "I made my peace with God," you tell him, "and I hope you have, too."
You're about to blow him away when you hear the sound of a revolver cocking and the weight of it against your head. "I didn't kill your sister," he says to you, "not anymore than I rode that train alone. I didn't kill her and 't weren't me what wanted you dead."
At first you're confused, but then you hear that sweet familiar voice from behind you say, "Goodbye, brother." Those are the last words you ever hear.