Dec 9, 2020
@ofthegun:
Kit Johns, already with his hackles raised after a less-than-pleasant debate with his excuse of a brother, finds Williamson sitting by the campfire and sizes him up, eyes burning. "And what kinda clown are you?"
He doesn’t like gunslingers no more than he likes lawmen or covenant men or barons. He’s met a few of the first, too many of the second and third, and never one of the latter.
Sitting beside him, Sean MacGuire snorts half a laugh he answers with a kick. Even Bill knows that the joke Kit Johns has just made was not made to be laughed at by the likes of them.
“The one who don’t take too kindly to being heckled by a stranger in his own camp. Sir.”