Billy veered Westwood around, lowering an eyebrow at Jake. "Woah, woah, woah, wait a second." He murmured, gathering the reins to keep the stallion still. "That's it? You're just gonna quit, then. Well fine. If that's how ya wanna play it, then go. See ya in hell." He huffed, glaring at Jake while he mounted Pistol and took off. "Jackass." He murmured under his breath through clenched teeth. The soft voice of a woman made him glance over his shoulder to see Lucky. "Well, looks like Jake's quittin' on us. God knows where he's goin'." He said in a calm, yet snappy tone, turning Westwood around to face away from the direction Jake had rode off into.