"...I'll be honest that the few times I've run into that kinda folk it's left a pretty sour impression. But that's my reality, not yours." He'd have to try to keep his thoughts on that shit to himself. Wash wasn't a thing like Marcus or his men. Not even a little.

Focus on the pastry. focus on the pie. He kept kead'n and roll'n, putt'n his shoulders and back into it just to keep himself going. It worked well enough. "That is some bullshit. How are we gonna convince him that's bullshit- cuz it is just that. You don't take a bullet for someone and then blame yourself cuz you made 'em feel bad."

The hypocrisy here was stronger than even Wash knew. "You did what needed do'n, they can deal. Greg did what he thought was right and yeah. It was awful. I missed him like crazy. I was greiv'n. But he did what he felt needed t'be done. And I'm not 'bout to blame him for that. If Miz Rose does I'm gonna have some unkind words for her- and I'm not one to have words with a Lady."