Yeah, he didn't depend on people. Not outside the gang, and there was no gang anymore. And even then, he'd hauled more than his weight. "Well I'll be much obliged to pointing the direction. But I don't need a babysitter." He knew that Sadie would argue with him. That they all needed baby sitters. But he got this far without anyone holding his hand.
Even as weak as he was, he could still do a few things. He reached under Buell's belly and unhooked the saddle's catch. Followed by his bridle. "Alright boy, get." He gave the horse a little swat on it's backside, and the champagne horse took off. "After you." He hitched the saddle up on his shoulder. He might have looked like death warmed over, but he had a little coal left in the fire.