The Land Where Daniels Just Can't

The only things that man took to that duel were the clothes on his back and a pitchfork. Being just a farmhand he wasn't rich. Your dad took two bullets to the chest and fell down and was stabbed a few times in the back for good measure, but he rose up with the bloody look of a determined and unholy abomination. He grabbed that pitchfork and rammed it through the baron. You thought that was the end, he was dead. You thought wrong however and the baron was still alive. You don't know how a man could lived after being impaled through the gut but here he was screaming. Your dad, not without effort, lifted the baron by the end of the pitchfork into the air and slammed him into the ground. Your dad let go as if to angrily appreciate a job well done but the baron, well... he was dragging himself away on the floor. Your dad walked across the blood trail the baron left behind, stepped on him to leverage the pitchfork out of the man and stabbed him repeatedly with the prongs. Like alot. He was dead for real now.

You don't feel the need to relive a recent trauma though and Jordano's emphasis on the constant expression that one must express his alpha male dominance was a tired and laughable topic that had exhausted any depth it had, if any. So you keep on chasing that dragon while you look for your way out of this insane country.