"You're an idiot." I grumble, jumping off my horse and kneeling next to you and checking over your wounded body pretty much buried in hot sand. Verdammt, how many shots have you taken? I call your horse over as I lay you down in a comfortable position. As a team, sometimes my gun caught you in the crossfire when we tried to do complex moves...It was mostly my fault but obviously I blamed you anyway. I glare at you when you wake up. "Took you long enough, Blödmann."