Sam pulled the bandage tighter around Buck's shoulder. "Emma's gonna kill me for not keepin' an eye on you." He said as Buck pulled his shirt back up over his shoulder and started buttoning it. Cody had secured both men on separate horses and was tying the reins to his horse to lead them to the sheriff's office.
Buck was in no mood to see these men riding beside him all the way back. He mounted his horse and decided to ride out ahead of the others.
Ace Barkley and his brother Wayne had their own ideas. Ace watched as Wayne rolled his wrists in the bindings to loosen them. When one hand was loose he tried untying the reins. When he couldn't untie them he saw the rifle that was tied to the saddle.
Buck pulled the reins on his horse, pulling the horse to a stop. Feeling something was wrong he turned in the saddle just in time to see Wayne reach his hand up to Cody's horse where his rifle was tied. Buck didn't hesitate and pulled his pistol. Cody saw Buck react and turned to see the man reaching for the rifle. Cody elbowed the man in the face as Sam drew his gun.
Sam saw the blood on Wayne's face; he figured it was from a broken nose. "That was stupid Barkley." Sam pulled Wayne's horse closer to him to separate the brothers.
"Ain't you gonna give me something to stop the bleedin?" Wayne asked as he covered his bleeding nose with his hand.
Sam nudged his horse to keep going and said nothing.
"Come on, you a Marshal." Wayne whined. "You patched up the Indian."
Sam looked at the man who instantly shut up. "Yes, I'm the Marshal, that is the only reason I'm not leaving you in the desert with those two. And I have half a mind to do that anyway if you say one more word."
The man huffed as Sam rebound his hands. Buck liked the idea of Sam leaving them out in the desert with those men. Buck took a deep breath; he couldn't believe he was thinking that way. What was wrong with him? He was always the rational one. He ran a hand over his throbbing shoulder and he felt as though his anger was justified.
Sam watched Buck rub his shoulder and knew the boy was hurting. Not just from the shoulder wound or even the wounds the Barkley brothers had inflicted, but his mind and heart was hurting too. Sam made a mental note to talk to the boy once they got home. He knew what that kind of pain can make you do. He didn't want to see Buck go down the same route he had.
A/N: Sorry so short. But I have been busy with the kids. Buck is feeling like revenge is the answer.
