"It's gonna become his business," he said, maybe a tone harsher than he needed to be. "Because if I can't-- if we're working this thing together, all of us, and I can't--"

Goodnight couldn't get the words out. Someone could have died because of him. There had been enough of them today that it worked out, others making up for his slack. But Bogue wasn't going to send a dozen men next time; he'd come with a small army.

He tried not to let himself get too agitated.