"Family," Wyatt replied simply. "Good friends. Love an' a good laugh. A clear sky an' a open horizon. A fast horse, a well-dealt hand..."

He trailed off and turned back to Bert.

"It ain't that I dislike guns, son." He wasn't trying to fight either, he'd promised Max - and Susannah too - that he would try to make peace with the boy. He was just trying to explain his view on the subject. What he'd come to learn, what he appreciated more the older he got. "I've carried one for a good portion of my life an' earned a name for myself for havin' a knack for usin' one, but at the end of the day, for me, it's still jus' a tool. Somethin' to make my job easier,... when it ain't makin' it harder."

His mouth twitched a bit at that. A wry sort of amusement.

"It's a part of me, but it ain't everythin' I am."