#but lasater and sonny deserve the world

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I wrote this little bit between my outlaw-hunting cowboy and his young reforming outlaw sidekick the other day. These two just had a narrow escape... (non-graphic injury mention warning)

Sonny desperately wanted to brush off the injury with a brave declaration and say, "it's just a scratch," but his eyes stung with tears and he couldn't form the words. Realizing he was crying, and crying in front of the one person on the whole earth he needed to be impressed with him, only made the tears come harder. Lasater took a folded rag from his saddlebag and wet it with his canteen. He sat in front of Sonny and gestured for Sonny to show him the wound. "Here." Swallowing back the lump in his throat of pain, tears, and boyish shame, Sonny let the gunman clean and bandage the gash in his leg. Lasater's hands were clumsy at this work and he had to retie the bandage twice before he was satisfied; but, while he said nothing about Sonny's crying, his movements were gentler than they might have been. "Not much for doctoring, are you," Sonny said when he finished, hoping to make light of the whole matter. Lasater sat back with a last check of his work. "Haven't had much practice." "I guess I haven't had much practice getting hurt, either." "Let's keep it that way," Lasater said, and that was the end of it between them.

I love them a lot.