Andy nodded a little; he felt steady on his feet, though the pain was still there in his back, feeling as if it reached down to the core of himself. He grasped a handful of Tide's mane and she responded to the gentle tug, turning around and shaking herself under the new weight on either side of her. One thing Andy refused to fit her with were horseshoes, a bit, tack, or anything that he didn't need. Tide was perfectly capable of listening to him without all that rigging and leather. He paused and looked up, the only way he could look at Joey at all. Did he regret what he did? Killing others. Did he regret it? Andy couldn't bring himself to ask such a personal question so he waited until they were on their respective horses and nearing the edge of town.

"I... killed a man." He muttered finally, loud enough so Joey could hear but soft enough so his voice wouldn't break.