Date: 2008-07-09 07:01 am (UTC)
almosthonorable: (upward)
"It'd hurt my feelin's, not seein' you when I get back."

He turns his horse toward the south, toward Bisbee.

Toward the Evans ranch.

If he rides hard, he might even catch that son of a bitch Butterfield while he's paying Alice.

(If he is, which he damn well better.)

Ben adjusts his hat.

"Well, now."

A grin.

"This was fun."
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