Doc laughs, the sound echoing off the trees around them.
"Well hell, then, Kate. If I didn't know no better, I'd say you'd be willin' to scare the piss outta some rotten sons of bitches just to show them who's boss. Ain't nothin' like walkin' into town and knowing you make half the residents shit their britches just hearin' your spurs 'long the boardwalk."
He's a bit smug (and playing it up, a little) as he speaks.
"Outlaw's got two types of friends, y'hear me? You got those friends that you can trust t'help you when you're down, and you got those friends that you can't trust worth a lick, but you know they're good at what they do. S'good to have a mix'a both types, y'see."
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"Well hell, then, Kate. If I didn't know no better, I'd say you'd be willin' to scare the piss outta some rotten sons of bitches just to show them who's boss. Ain't nothin' like walkin' into town and knowing you make half the residents shit their britches just hearin' your spurs 'long the boardwalk."
He's a bit smug (and playing it up, a little) as he speaks.
"Outlaw's got two types of friends, y'hear me? You got those friends that you can trust t'help you when you're down, and you got those friends that you can't trust worth a lick, but you know they're good at what they do. S'good to have a mix'a both types, y'see."