Scarlet refused to look down like he was ashamed of what he'd done. "Much played the bait. Taunted him until he came out of the woodwork, thinking it'd be easy, and then I got the drop on him before he had time to blink. Knife between the ribs and a quiet death drowning in his own blood."
He knew it was risky, he knew all the arguments against. "Much wasn't going to be talked down again, and I owed it to the Sheriff. Payback for what he did to me and Much and Tuck." He hand went to his face for a moment, over his previously smashed face. He still wasn't completely sure his nose was as straight as it had been.