Billy blew out a breath. Goodnight was right. He was too stubborn to let a first failure get him down, or a second, or a third. His fingers were riddled with scars from knives, he'd probably broken ribs a time or two between horses and rifles. He was what his stubbornness had made him.
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Date: 2017-02-22 05:19 pm (UTC)He leaned in and kissed Goodnight softly.