Rattlesnake Slim smirks when you spit out your question to him. "If you'd known what I done t'yer sister, you'd be grateful."
That's all he had to say. You immediately feel the rage flushing your cheeks and tensing your muscles. You don't want to ask him anymore questions. You raise your gun and dispel a single well-placed bullet between Slim's eyes. He's dead and your job is done, but you wake up feeling kind of raw about the whole ordeal.