Dan loops the reins off the branch and pulls himself up into the saddle, and once he's set, he looks around at the coach and the bodies lying in the dirt.
In the dust. Blood soaking red.
The image doesn't bother him, like it would have the day before.
He's not sure why.
(Maybe it's because he was the one doing the shooting.)
no subject
He feels solid enough, still.
Dan loops the reins off the branch and pulls himself up into the saddle, and once he's set, he looks around at the coach and the bodies lying in the dirt.
In the dust. Blood soaking red.
The image doesn't bother him, like it would have the day before.
He's not sure why.
(Maybe it's because he was the one doing the shooting.)