"But more than the men I've killed? I'm not proud of runnin' and leavin' my friends behind."
There's something about being on horseback, for Doc. It's comfortable. Natural, even. The boys would go riding, for long hours at a time. Sometimes they'd joke with each other, talk about bullshit that nobody cared about. Talk about women. Talk about anything. Sometimes they'd never say a word, too tired, too hungry, too sore. But the saddle was home.
Outlaws don't get to put down roots and raise families because it ain't safe, so the saddle and a strong, sturdy horse, a gentle rhythm of hooves on the earth, that's home.
"I ain't proud of not havin' been to a single goddamn funeral in three years," he adds, voice quiet, a little rough around the edges of his words. "More than all those men I killed, I ain't proud of leavin' my brothers behind."
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There's something about being on horseback, for Doc. It's comfortable. Natural, even. The boys would go riding, for long hours at a time. Sometimes they'd joke with each other, talk about bullshit that nobody cared about. Talk about women. Talk about anything. Sometimes they'd never say a word, too tired, too hungry, too sore. But the saddle was home.
Outlaws don't get to put down roots and raise families because it ain't safe, so the saddle and a strong, sturdy horse, a gentle rhythm of hooves on the earth, that's home.
"I ain't proud of not havin' been to a single goddamn funeral in three years," he adds, voice quiet, a little rough around the edges of his words. "More than all those men I killed, I ain't proud of leavin' my brothers behind."