Sammy didn't give two shits either way. He was just playing a part and he was playing it well.

"What would I want with your horse, babe?" Sam set the mug on the side when he realized that he wasn't going to take it. "I think that's an excuse. I think you just wanted to come and see me. I think you missed me. You're little brat isn't scratching the spot and you need the loving of a real man, huh?"

Hitting him would have been plenty justified. He had it coming, and then some. Stryker refrained, if only because he didn't want to endanger his horse.

It wasn't easy....