Billy glanced over in the direction Elizabeth's voice had came from, quickly turning his head back to Ashleigh. "My mistress? Haha, oh, no, no, no-" he paused, remembering the little made up story cover they had decided on in order to prevent questions from being raised and for "identity protection." He shook his head, still chuckling a bit as he spat out the cover story lie. "she's my, uh, wife." He uttered, smirking convincingly. "I'd best be off, then." Billy quickly added in order to prevent further conversation about the little lie. Glancing at the dead man's body on the ground, he smirked a bit. "You can just leave him there. The coyotes'll get 'em soon enough. G'bye, miss." With that, he tipped the front rim of his Stetson down politely, then turned around to trek back to the ranch house.