Shadewood “Got two coonhounds and a few shells left. Let’s get ‘er done.”
"My love for you was bulletproof, but you're the one who shot me."
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Morgan did his business on a sleepy tree, keeping his gait light and casual to keep up with his leaner company. He was thoughtful as the partner spoke, his rough chuckle throwin up as Laroche tried to bluff himself outta his emotions. “Shoah.” A brow and a knowing look before,

Whatcha really need ta be fearin on is bein’ in a posse and wishin you was alone- loyalty sometimes can kill a man quicker than solitude, mah fren.

He passively scratched his ass on a tree trunk before remarking on the mess with Phex and him. And boy was it a mess. “Who you tryin’ ya fool?” Might be Cry and all tha rest of em that try and hide how they feel but he was open with his feelings. Especially when he was pissed. He wouldn’t talk on em much, but atleast he wouldn’t lie bout em. That’s just how you ended up flat on your ass at a rodeo. Could say you knew how ta ride, but that bronco buck you off, then what? “Look, may be a sour thing ta say, but if ya fearin for yer gurl, jus’ have her learn on her own. Gurls be silly on logical thangs sumetimes but for em ya learn, gotta let em learn on their own. They gone get tired of bein’ smacked around, sooner or later. They smart in not wantin ta get hurt.” Women was stubborn less you get you one of them docile ones. But what was fun in that?