"If you can't put this on quickly, then you'll be shot dead. Alright?" He gestured to the gun belt that you were clearly struggling with, it'd been a few minutes and you still couldn't do it successfully on your own despite his numerous demonstrations. Eventually he just sighed and pick you up to put you on the back of the horse. "Just carry it for now, we need to get moving if we want to get to somewhere safe before dark anyways." He wasn't disappointed, just impatient. Hed picked you up along his travels in running away from the law a few months ago and he didn't have a problem admitting that you were nice to have around. You were entertaining and slightly funny, a scrawny kid around 7-12 in his best guess. Though he doubted any of your story jokes would get anyone to pause when they were about to shoot you and you were fumbling for your gun.