Oh, man! You trashed this f&*%er! You scrambeled his sorry self, look at that, you did, you laid him like shredded wheat!
Go away! GO.
Ok, ok! I take it back. I was just saying, like oatmeal.
Just like rice krispies, ya know? On a pop quiz this guy gets an A+.
Kiowa kneels down and holds out a canteen for Tim, after a few seconds he puts it back and talks to Tim.
Forget that crud. No sweat man, I mean what could've you done? He had a weapon, it's war. No one could do anything. Now com'on stop staring.
Yeah... Listen to me, I know you feel bad but just take a seat for a minute.
Think about it. Would you want that to be you? Do you want to switch places with him?
I don't know. He just looks like a smart kid, like he could go to a big university. Ya know?
It's gonna be okay. Just take is slow....I'm starting to get what you're saying.. I- I- don't know. But com'on stop staring
Tim, they guy was dead the second he steped on the trail. You get what I mean? Its war, now you better get your s&*% together because we can't stand here all day, you heard?
Kiowa gives Tim 5 more minutes and then they leave.
See man, you're already looking better, you just needed time and space. We can talk about it more on the trail.
Ok and I'm sorry man I just need some Rock & Roll music
