Butch pours himself another glass of whiskey and settles in to listen to Kate explain the plan.
He's never done this kind of job before--never done a job with men who are, essentially, strangers to him. It's always been friends, or whatever the hell Harvey Logan counts as; they know each other, they've ridden together sometimes for years, they know how each other will react under pressure.
But on the other hand, familiarity breeds fistfighting and rivalries. Maybe it's better not to know each other that well; maybe it'll keep them all on their best behavior, because nobody knows what anybody else is really capable of doing.
He'd do it either way, though. There's a boyish sense of adventure--or, considering Miss Barlow, maybe it's not boyish, maybe it's universal.
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He's never done this kind of job before--never done a job with men who are, essentially, strangers to him. It's always been friends, or whatever the hell Harvey Logan counts as; they know each other, they've ridden together sometimes for years, they know how each other will react under pressure.
But on the other hand, familiarity breeds fistfighting and rivalries. Maybe it's better not to know each other that well; maybe it'll keep them all on their best behavior, because nobody knows what anybody else is really capable of doing.
He'd do it either way, though. There's a boyish sense of adventure--or, considering Miss Barlow, maybe it's not boyish, maybe it's universal.
He wouldn't trade it for anything.