When he was ten he went to jail. They had a file of him down at the police station. He had been arrested,he got drunk,he rode in rodeos,lied,cheated,stole,rolled drunks,jumped small kids–he did everything. I didn't really like him,but he was smart and you had to respect him. When any of us were in need he was there to protect us. When Johnny killed Bob he gave us 50 dollars to buy food when we get to the church,loaded gun,and directions to the church at Windrixville. When we went to Dairy Queen to get food and come back we found out the place was on fire. I had Dally's jacket on which protected me from the fire when we when to go pick up the kids. Dally had patted my shoulder because I had caught on fire,and he tried to save me and Johnny by throwing us out of the window which he got a little burnt up too. The one we payed attention to was Johnny. Dally was the one that loved Johnny the most. When he found out Johnny died he robbed a grocery store and the cops were after him. When the fuzz saw the unloaded gun they shot him. He died before he even hit the ground. Rest in peace