Billy simply smirked as the woman trotted off on her horse. With a satisfied huff, he pulled Westwood around and trotted back in the direction of the house to find Elizabeth in the front with a shogun in her hands. "The Hell're you doin' with that thing?" He questioned loudly, hopping down from the stallion's back. Moving over to her, he grabbed the barrel of the gun and lowered it before pulling it away from her. "Do you even know how to handle one of these things?" He slung it from its strap over his shoulder. As he went to speak again, a shining reflection from the ground caught his eye. Bending down, he picked up the little gemstone and read its engraving. "The Hell?-" he examined it, turning it in his fingers.
