@timecaught asked: “whose blood is that?”
hurt meme -- slow, still accepting
“—Ain't mine.” It might have been a reassurance if he was ANYBODY else—yet, well, if it wasn't his and we wasn't carting an animal on the back of his horse...
Arthur usually tried not to have a habit of turning up at camp covered in blood he couldn't explain—hunting was easy to explain off, but without the carcass or meat to hand off to Pearson, it wouldn't take much to see through that. Plus, they all knew what they were. Lenny knew who he was running with. He wasn't a fan of senseless slaughter but...
“Some bastard tried t' stop me, pull me off my horse...well, y' know how that goes.”











