Did they now? [McCree doesn't even try to fake surprise, he caught some of the lingering stares, the moves for the cellphones, the covered whispers; the subtle gestures he's long since learned to be hyper-aware of. He'd hope a town like this would pass him by but, well, that's life. He was pretty sure this was his fault and now 76 was going to be at risk as some weird gringo with a jacked-up-face accomplice to the outlawed cowboy.]
Guess it's time we make tracks then.
[Figuratively. Ideally they would literally leave no tracks but there's only so much they can do abut that on horseback. McCree makes a mental note-to-self to switch to sleek looking hovering motorcycle once they're in the states if it's any easy to come by; a real steel horse they'll ride. That'd be the way to go.]
I figure we can put some distance now that Betty Sue's had some rest. See how far and fast she can take us.
[McCree expects objections to his nonchalant attitude about things, but 76 can bite him. They'll be fiiiiiiine.]
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Guess it's time we make tracks then.
[Figuratively. Ideally they would literally leave no tracks but there's only so much they can do abut that on horseback. McCree makes a mental note-to-self to switch to sleek looking hovering motorcycle once they're in the states if it's any easy to come by; a real steel horse they'll ride. That'd be the way to go.]
I figure we can put some distance now that Betty Sue's had some rest. See how far and fast she can take us.
[McCree expects objections to his nonchalant attitude about things, but 76 can bite him. They'll be fiiiiiiine.]
Come on, let's saddle up.