((Gah. Sorreh, y'all. o_e I suck))
Billy lowered his eyebrows in response to Jake and hurried out of the tent. Clenching his teeth, he swung himself up into the saddle. "C'mon, let's get the hell outta here 'fore I'm tempted to bust some savages' heads." He muttered, pulling the front brim of his Stetson down and veering Westwood around. He shot a glance at Elizabeth. "You'll be fine, long as we do as Jake said and get on the move now." He reassured in a gruff tone, turning the stallion to face the direction Jake had instructed them to go.
Westwood flared his nostrils, jerking his head back as Billy climbed onto his back. Shaking his mane, he let out a snort of protest and half reared, not willing to leave his mare and foal. Billy cursed aloud, already angered by the situation as is. "God dammit, knock it off!" He snapped at his horse, giving the stud a quick slap on the neck while he gathered the reins to keep him under control.