[It's not anything like an apology and for someone like McCree who is generally well-mannered with his pleases and thank yous, it's a cherry on top of all the offense. His nostril flares but he can't muster up the energy to yell anymore. It's so pointless. He's tired. He ain't got time for this shit.]
I will look at it tomorrow. [He corrects, then rises off the log. He'll let 76 tend to the fire. He can't trust the man with his own arm but he'll trust him to keep a watch since he doubts he'll sleep any after all this. Even if he does (and McCree thinks he should sleep), he doubts any other Chupacabras will come stalking around so soon. Miguel is, fortunately, still out like a light. At least that's one blessing to count on.]
Damage already done. On many accounts, Jack.
[McCree excuses himself to look for Betty Sue, wherever that dang horse ran off to.]
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I will look at it tomorrow. [He corrects, then rises off the log. He'll let 76 tend to the fire. He can't trust the man with his own arm but he'll trust him to keep a watch since he doubts he'll sleep any after all this. Even if he does (and McCree thinks he should sleep), he doubts any other Chupacabras will come stalking around so soon. Miguel is, fortunately, still out like a light. At least that's one blessing to count on.]
Damage already done. On many accounts, Jack.
[McCree excuses himself to look for Betty Sue, wherever that dang horse ran off to.]