Logan groaned at the ill advised attempt at humor. He could still clearly remember his first words to James that morning. "So long as you don't kill'im, feel free to smack him around some. Boy's got a mouth on him," he had said as they waited for Karr to catch up to Logan, who had almost literally dragged the boy out of bed for this. And he meant it. He too had reason to be leery of getting such a wild card in fighting shape. A part of him kept telling him that all this might achieve would be to make Karr even more dangerous than he already was.
Well, no sense in lollygagging and wasting any more time thinking about this thing. They'd best get to it. Logan had brought the proverbial mule to the water. Whether he drank or not was entirely up to him.
His face was knowing and unfriendly as he stared at Karr while all this went through his head, listening at James set the tone for the day. Yep. Kid was gonna pay for that crack. "Ya heard the man," he added gruffly, and followed James, easily matching his pace even though he had much shorter legs. When one had quite literally run with the wolves for a spell, and kept up, speed and stamina weren't such a huge issue. Wolves have been clocked at speeds of over 40 miles per hour for long distances, and have been known to cover 60 miles in a single night.
Logan had a sense that today was going to be a humbling experience for his boy.