Samuel was right when he noticed the sharpness in his eyes, the edge beneath the surface, the fighter sitting there, in wait.

"You see a lotta use for a six when you're movin' cattle," he offers. "Sometimes all y'got between keepin' and losin' a herd when they start runnin', is a good horse and a gun. Plus y'get...unsavory folk, from time to time, tryin' to make off with somethin' they shouldn't be."

Jay looks up at the man and meets his eyes.

"So yes," he nods slightly.

(That 'no' is still hanging there. He won't be able to lie if Samuel asks.)