Don't

Hunter's body language becomes even more visibly defensive as Katie talks. His scowl remains, though he doesn't interrupt. Part of him knew she was right. And part of him just wanted to do things his way. Like always. Tonight had been a prime example of him just letting go and having his way - he was in control, no body else. No one, and no stupid nightmares.

"Don't tell me what to do." His voice was quiet, but held an anger he'd never used with Katie before.

Spinning on his heel, he takes several strides towards his motorcycle before stopping, folding his arms and keeping his back to Katie. She was his friend. More than a friend. Maybe. He respected her. A lot. She'd come here to help him tonight. She always made sense. She was just looking out for his best interests. But she was still trying to tell him what to do! His teeth grit together even harder.

Finally turning back around, his glare is aimed straight at Katie. "I'm not going back to the ranch without my bike. That either means I ride on it now or we go somewhere to get a cup of coffee until you're satisfied I can keep my balance and we pick it back up on the way out of town. That is the choice. But don't play your 'officer of the law' card with me in the meantime."