[ The bounty hunter apparently has little to no sense of humor, considering his expression doesn’t change. He offers as explanation, ]
You got tricks, from what I hear. Not that they’ll do you much good with me around. [ A shadow of a smile briefly tugs at the corner of his mouth before his dark eyes flick over to Faraday. ] Also heard you got shot, but it seems you’re no worse for the wear.
[ Faraday shrugs, smiling blandly. ] I got lucky.
[ Wyatt only grunts a response, eyeing the both of them with open suspicion and hostility, before stepping toward them. ]
Look, mister. [ Faraday maintains that light, conversational tone of voice, but the barest edge of tension runs through it. ] If you’ll only let me explain—
I look like I give a shit? I don’t care what you think you did or didn’t do, cowboy, and I don’t reckon you’ve got enough money on you for even a halfway decent bribe. I came out here to do a job, and I’m doin’ it.
[ Wyatt looks over to Alec, gestures with his revolver. ]
no subject
You got tricks, from what I hear. Not that they’ll do you much good with me around. [ A shadow of a smile briefly tugs at the corner of his mouth before his dark eyes flick over to Faraday. ] Also heard you got shot, but it seems you’re no worse for the wear.
[ Faraday shrugs, smiling blandly. ] I got lucky.
[ Wyatt only grunts a response, eyeing the both of them with open suspicion and hostility, before stepping toward them. ]
Look, mister. [ Faraday maintains that light, conversational tone of voice, but the barest edge of tension runs through it. ] If you’ll only let me explain—
I look like I give a shit? I don’t care what you think you did or didn’t do, cowboy, and I don’t reckon you’ve got enough money on you for even a halfway decent bribe. I came out here to do a job, and I’m doin’ it.
[ Wyatt looks over to Alec, gestures with his revolver. ]
Toss over your gun belt, son. Nice ‘n’ slow.