Otter Creek Does it hurt to feel so high?

So he reminded them of someone they missed rather than someone they reviled. Dusty Rose knew it from both sides, but really, he didn't prefer one way over the other. He'd always wished to be nothing more than Dusty Rose, plain and simple. The way that Dad and Slow West both had looked at him from time to time could still make his temper flare, if he let himself thing too hard about it.

"I look a lot like my sire," Dusty Rose told him. "I spent a lotta time growing up trying my best to act completely different from him, 'cause I hated how my family saw him in me. But he loved me all the same, y'know? They all did."

A little frown tugged at his mouth, now.

"I don't really see 'em anymore, these days," he admitted. "And it kinda fucken sucks, if you really wanna know. And it's my other dad who went and died, and the one I look like is the one who's still kickin' around in the desert. And it cut me up pretty bad and all, but..."

His head cocked to the side.

"Is there something else going on?" he wondered.