Oh, I won’t, [ boothill had assured easy as pie when sunday had mentioned trusting him not to let him fall. sunday couldn’t know it, but he doesn’t have a single reason to fear. boothill’s helped more kids than he can count up on horses, kids more clumsy and wriggly than sunday is, and he wouldn’t have brought a horse he couldn’t trust to tolerate a little foolery.

boothill helps bust him up and stay steady in the stirrups so he can swing his other leg around. sunday, for all his lackin’ know-how, is graceful enough to find his seat easier than most. ]

Pretty much. Lot easier to chase down cows up here. [ noticing the relieved sigh, boothill can’t help but tease, finding himself grinning, ] What’s that sighin’ for? You got the whole ride ahead of you.

[ not that riding will be any worse than getting up — boothill wouldn’t let anything happen to some nice guy that came all the way out here for… hell, him. he doesn’t doubt there’s some other motivating factors there, but at the end of the day, it’s gonna boil down to the two of them sharing a life. whatever ghosts sunday’s got, boothill’s ready for it.

he takes a moment to unhitch their horse before fastening up sunday’s luggage to the saddle straps. then he’s asking sunday to scoot back a bit, before he puts a foot in the stirrup and grabs the saddle horn and hoists himself up, taking a bit more care to settle with sunday there. ] You ready? I won’t tell nobody if you wanna hold on.