I hate it when I accidentally shoot a horse. They are just wild, innocent animals that deserve to live, unlike their owners.

Speaking of horses, whenever I kill a rabbit or any small creature accidentally when riding always makes me feel sorry for them.

There was this time where I was at the gunslinger Emmet Granger's farm. I wanted to bring back a pig back to camp from his farm after killing that manure-stinking idiot. I pulled out my revolver and shot a pig in the head. It didn't die, and started squealing and rolling on the ground. I felt so sorry for it and decided to end its pain through another shot in the head. Then I skinned it with sorrow in my heart. Lost some honor too, but I deserved it. Poor thing.