Kacey had stalked straight over to Pegs, tacked her up, and bolted off up the mountain they were camping next to. Normally, Kacey stayed nar the camp after a blow up like that, but she very seriously doubted anyone wanted to be around her right then, and she didn't really want to be around any of them either. 

As she neared a creek, which likely ran into the one running through their camp, the woman dismounted and let the horse graze a bit while she climbed up onto a boulder to sit. Yet again, images of the argument flashed through her mind. Not of Des, but of the people around them, and how they had seemed genuinely worried that Kacey intended to shoot the young man. Was she really that much of a tyrant? There had always been a thin line that Kacey walked on, one of being respected as a leader, or of being feared as a master with an iron fist. Kacey feared she had crossed over the line. 

"Maybe I should just retire. Let Mave take over for a while. Yeah, that'd go over real well," She snorted at the thought, shaking her head with a sigh.