[It's mighty hard to sneak around in spurs which is fine because McCree isn't a sneaking around kind of guy. You hear the pleasant little jingle on those bootsteps and you better git unless you ain't guilty of anything. As such, 76 will probably hear him coming a while away. McCree's a little miffed he just up and left without letting him know (shoot, between his half-sleeping on the horse and buying his goods, now he feels like he's babysitting him. How the hell did that happen...). For a split second he wonders if he'd just do the asshole thing and take the horse and run off on his own (McCree would highly consider it). McCree reminds himself 76 wouldn't be going through all this fuss if he didn't need his cowboy expertise in crossing the border.
So here is the cowboy expertise, frowning, while Betty Sue looks well-rested and maybe a little happier than usual. As happy as a borrowed horse can look, anyway.]
Hat looks like shit.
[Well at least he's gone and done the favor of digging everything up. McCree re-collects his belongings and shakes out his serape. With 76 being so antsy to get back to the horse they didn't really kill much time. It's hot as hell out here.]
How long you wanna' rest before we get moving again?
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So here is the cowboy expertise, frowning, while Betty Sue looks well-rested and maybe a little happier than usual. As happy as a borrowed horse can look, anyway.]
Hat looks like shit.
[Well at least he's gone and done the favor of digging everything up. McCree re-collects his belongings and shakes out his serape. With 76 being so antsy to get back to the horse they didn't really kill much time. It's hot as hell out here.]
How long you wanna' rest before we get moving again?