Billy simply smirked, keeping his arms stiff, the guns still pointed at them as the woman tossed him his things. "Now, now, that ain't no way a lady should talk." He replied to her, raising an eyebrow. Westwood stomped impatiently under him, snorting at the buckskin in the distance. "And if I were you, I'd do well not to steal from me again." He threatened, his expression becoming more serious. He shot a glare at the man as he spoke up but ignored him, his attention focuses on the thief. Without warning, he fired off the pistol in his right hand, sending a bullet directly into the woman's shoulder, making sure it was far from any vitals. "A little token of my appreciation, miss." He muttered, sliding the pistols back into their holsters. With that, he veered Westwood around and kicked him into a trot, spurring his sides quickly and leaving the two behind him.
