Date: 2008-07-08 10:21 am (UTC)
almosthonorable: (trigger finger)
"Goddamn right," Ben nods.

He smiles, and it's a downright scary sight.

"They're expectin' you, Mr. Butterfield, sir."

Ben smacks the horse's hindquarters, chuckling as it starts and dances sideways while Butterfield hisses in pain.

He shakes his head slightly as it trots south.

Son of a bitch better pay what he owes.

Turning, Ben looks at Dan for a long minute before his eyes flick to the hole in Dan's shirt.

"That hurt?"
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