Reed '06: Proper

"First thing when we get home? I'm kissing Ezra goodbye."

Buck looked over at JD, brows knit together. Brown eyes were waiting, JD's brows arched high. Snow dry as dust filtered in lazy swirls around them, skated along the frozen ground between the horses' hooves in sharp vees and slanted lines. They'd left Four Corners two days ago, were glad to be on the return; left in a big damn hurry, showed Eagle Bend their backsides just as quick. Buck shook his head and crossed his eyes, looped a finger in tight circles next to his temple. JD snickered, waved a gloved hand through the crisp-cut air.

Vin shrugged and offered a lop-sided grin. "Make fun all you like. But- didn't get to before we left. Hell, Judge was so damn antsy he couldn't even wait for the snow to quit, for dawn to come or for the others to get back from being hunkered down at Chris' place." The wind shifted, bit, and Peso grunted, complained for all of them. Vin hunched in, wrists on the saddlehorn, shoulders at his ears. He winked and his grin grew sideways, happy, showed his teeth. "Figure, kiss him goodbye- then I can start in on everything hello- proper like."