“It’s put me on the straight and narrow, didn’t it? I can’t go back to that, not on my own, and definitely not with my shit ankle.” He set his empty glass back on the table. “I would’ve thought you’d say that was worth it.”
“Sure, it’s worth it to get back on the straight and narrow. If that’s where you want to be, or where you intend to stay. But something pushed you off the straight and narrow once before.”
Leon snorted. “Yeah. Life.”
“Plenty of people live their life without turning to hurting innocent people,” Thomas said mildly. “But what’s going to stop you from veering off the straight and narrow again?”
“Why do you care?”
Thomas regarded him for several beats, his face impassive. “Because if you keep up the way you’ve been, you’re going to meet a lawman who can shoot straight, or a bounty hunter who needs that five hundred enough to chase you down, or a sharpshooter who doesn’t take kindly to being robbed.”