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have. I’m gonna help you through that and in a day or two, you’re gonna be just fine with it. Until then, I can’t have you threatening my dog like that. Just don’t sit right and frankly, well…I consider it just plain rude.”
Mac’s attention was already focused on Cooper’s choice of firearm.
“How old is that thing, Coop?”
Cooper kept the gun pointed at Bear while he replied to Mac.
“1926 - have a pair of them. Got an original ammo belt and everything. Very Old West…that’s how I like to roll.”
Mac looked from Cooper’s gun and back to Bear, and then back to Cooper.
“Oh for God’s sake, put down that gun. And Bear, you calm the hell down. No need to go on acting like such a damn fool. Now tell Coop here you’re sorry for threatening his dog.”
Bear’s jaw dropped at the suggestion.
“What?”
“You heard me – tell Mr. Wyse here you’re sorry for threatening Brando like that, so we can move on from this and get ready to head on out.”
Cooper Wyse un-cocked his gun and lowered it.
Bear’s expression transformed from one of rage to hurt.
“All we been through, Mac and you’re taking his side?”
Mac rolled his eyes at his former Dominatus neighbor.
“C’mon, Bear, it ain’t about choosing his side. You’re in the wrong and you just need to apologize and we’re good to go. So man up, and let’s move on.”
Cooper shrugged at Mac.
“He don’t need to do that, Mac. No big thing. I don’t need any apology.”
Bear growled back at Cooper.
“I’ll apologize if I want to, but you’re the one who was pointing a gun at me. Seems like maybe you owe me the apology.”
Cooper shrugged again.
“Fine – sorry. Won’t happen again. Well, that is unless you threaten my dog.”
Bear finally managed a smile.
“Yeah, got it. Sorry about that. I still say that damn dog has it in for me though.”
It was Cooper’s turn to smile.
“Oh, no doubt about it. Brando don’t like you one bit, especially if you go picking on his new best friend Mac.”
Reese and Dublin were making their way toward the men and horses. Dublin stopped a few feet away, her eyes indicating how much she was looking forward to the horse ride across the border and into the provinces.
“So which one is mine?”
Cooper Wyse took the bridle of a black and white horse that had a particularly short, thick neck and especially wide hoofed feet, and led her toward Dublin.
“This here is Peanut. She’s a little older than the rest, but without a doubt the best trail horse of the bunch. She’ll just go and go and go. Never seems to get tired. If I had to pack in a big batch of whatever, it’s usually Peanut here who gets the job. She sits low and sturdy, like a tank.”
Dublin stroked Peanut’s comparatively short face with her hand, then gave the horse a gentle pat on her right shoulder.
“She’s a beautiful little lady, Mr. Wyse. Thank you.”
Cooper gave Peanut a loving look, scratching just under her chin.
“Yes, she is. You two should get along just fine. Do you have experience riding horses Dublin?”
Dublin was now looking over the well worn leather saddle that was strapped atop Peanut’s back.
“Actually, yes. A little bit when I was a girl. I did a riding club one summer a couple years before I came up to Dominatus with Grandfather. Before…before my mother died. She loved horses and kept one at a stable just outside the city. We would visit there sometimes.”
Cooper turned to Reese.
“And what about you, Reese? How much riding have you done?”
Reese shook his head.
“Very little. I might have sat on one for a picture at a county fair once. That’s about it. Frankly, I’m pretty nervous about the idea of it.”
Cooper Wyse pointed to
Mac’s attention was already focused on Cooper’s choice of firearm.
“How old is that thing, Coop?”
Cooper kept the gun pointed at Bear while he replied to Mac.
“1926 - have a pair of them. Got an original ammo belt and everything. Very Old West…that’s how I like to roll.”
Mac looked from Cooper’s gun and back to Bear, and then back to Cooper.
“Oh for God’s sake, put down that gun. And Bear, you calm the hell down. No need to go on acting like such a damn fool. Now tell Coop here you’re sorry for threatening his dog.”
Bear’s jaw dropped at the suggestion.
“What?”
“You heard me – tell Mr. Wyse here you’re sorry for threatening Brando like that, so we can move on from this and get ready to head on out.”
Cooper Wyse un-cocked his gun and lowered it.
Bear’s expression transformed from one of rage to hurt.
“All we been through, Mac and you’re taking his side?”
Mac rolled his eyes at his former Dominatus neighbor.
“C’mon, Bear, it ain’t about choosing his side. You’re in the wrong and you just need to apologize and we’re good to go. So man up, and let’s move on.”
Cooper shrugged at Mac.
“He don’t need to do that, Mac. No big thing. I don’t need any apology.”
Bear growled back at Cooper.
“I’ll apologize if I want to, but you’re the one who was pointing a gun at me. Seems like maybe you owe me the apology.”
Cooper shrugged again.
“Fine – sorry. Won’t happen again. Well, that is unless you threaten my dog.”
Bear finally managed a smile.
“Yeah, got it. Sorry about that. I still say that damn dog has it in for me though.”
It was Cooper’s turn to smile.
“Oh, no doubt about it. Brando don’t like you one bit, especially if you go picking on his new best friend Mac.”
Reese and Dublin were making their way toward the men and horses. Dublin stopped a few feet away, her eyes indicating how much she was looking forward to the horse ride across the border and into the provinces.
“So which one is mine?”
Cooper Wyse took the bridle of a black and white horse that had a particularly short, thick neck and especially wide hoofed feet, and led her toward Dublin.
“This here is Peanut. She’s a little older than the rest, but without a doubt the best trail horse of the bunch. She’ll just go and go and go. Never seems to get tired. If I had to pack in a big batch of whatever, it’s usually Peanut here who gets the job. She sits low and sturdy, like a tank.”
Dublin stroked Peanut’s comparatively short face with her hand, then gave the horse a gentle pat on her right shoulder.
“She’s a beautiful little lady, Mr. Wyse. Thank you.”
Cooper gave Peanut a loving look, scratching just under her chin.
“Yes, she is. You two should get along just fine. Do you have experience riding horses Dublin?”
Dublin was now looking over the well worn leather saddle that was strapped atop Peanut’s back.
“Actually, yes. A little bit when I was a girl. I did a riding club one summer a couple years before I came up to Dominatus with Grandfather. Before…before my mother died. She loved horses and kept one at a stable just outside the city. We would visit there sometimes.”
Cooper turned to Reese.
“And what about you, Reese? How much riding have you done?”
Reese shook his head.
“Very little. I might have sat on one for a picture at a county fair once. That’s about it. Frankly, I’m pretty nervous about the idea of it.”
Cooper Wyse pointed to
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