My name is James Ford, you can call me Sawyer. I took that name because when I was eight, a man who called himself Sawyer had an affair with my Mother and then stole all my daddy's money. When daddy found out, he was just as mad as you'd expect. He and mama were fightin so I hid under the bed - the same bed he sat on when he swallowed a bullet.
I wrote a letter to the man who ruined my life, and swore I'd find and kill him. And I did... eventually.
I lived with my Uncle until he died. That's when I started connin for a livin. Hell, I was only 18.... I ended up gettin in a lil' bit of trouble for it. Since then, I've gotten better at conning. So much better that even the the Warden at my prison used me to con a fella. 'Course, it served my purpose just as well as his, so no skin off my back. I got my freedom, and well.. I took care of some personal business, too.
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