"I did think! I thought about how much I wanted him dead!" Scarlet's voice was rising too, frustration and guilt making him defensive. "We made a plan and the plan worked and he's fucking dead now. I was careful. I never would have let Much get hurt. I was on the Sheriff as soon as I knew there was a gun involved, before he knew I was even there!" He jutted out his jaw. "You want to try and knock me down over it, you can bloody well come and try it if it'll make you feel any better." He clenched his fists a couple of times, prepared to duke it out if necessary.