"Oh, you saw Tuck murdered, so that gave you both the right to go haring off with a death wish of your own, is that it?" Stutely snapped. "Jesus fuck, Scarlet."
(He wasn't wrong, though, about pressing the advantage. Sheriff had taken a beating, and they had the numbers behind them. If ever there'd been a time—)
—except for the part where they'd decided to hang the numbers and just take a bloody throw of the dice. Never mind that if it'd come up snake eyes, the crew would have been down three men instead of one and probably none the wiser for it.
Stutely threw up his hands. "Nah, go on, then. Tell me. What was this brilliant plan of yours, that you had to go after him behind all of our backs, cos I'm really fucking curious to know."