“No thanks necessary. How are you feeling?” Price doesn’t look injured, but God only knows what compelled him to claw at an enemy with his bare hands, and people react all kinds of ways to stress and combat. Dan would like a heads up if Price is liable to faint or panic.

He trots the horse, thinking that maybe a roll in the hay with Price afterwards is a tempting idea. It messed things up last time, made the emotions complicated, but Price isn’t the only one who likes to disrupt things just to see what happens. And Dan’s married, not a priest, and is scared of what’s going to happen when this firefight ends and he’s alone with his thoughts again. A nightrender got in his head and made his heart and mind puke up every horrible thing that ever happened to him; the only way Dan knows how to get over that is to swallow those memories back and wash them down with liquor, sex, and danger.