James Ciccone

A Good Day to Die James Ciccone

You don't want to make me mad. I've got a lot of hate in me, and I am not afraid of one blessed thing in this life. I'm Crawford Goldsby--better known as Cherokee Bill--and if you think you're the one to bring me to justice you're wrong...dead wrong.

They call me a half-breed, but I killed my first man by the time I was twelve, and I never stopped. Why? Because I like killing--and I'm damn good at it. Indian Territory wouldn't be the same without me.

But this outlaw likes living, too, and when I rob that train carrying millions for a big payoff here in Indian Territory, I've got a plan to cut loose and run to South America--along with my fancy woman, Maggie.

Don't get in my way. Indian Territory is mine. Oklahoma Territory is mine. If you cross me, your life is mine, too. I'm barely eighteen, and I can deliver a kill shot without even looking your way--yes, I'm that good.

Judge Parker can't wait to get his hands on me over in Fort Smith. If he does, death by hanging will be end of me. Will Parker get his wish? We'll see... I've gotten confident in my own abilities to escape. If he gets his way at last, he won't see Cherokee Bill running scared.

I'll look the bastard in the eye and say, "It's A GOOD DAY TO DIE..."