“That’s the truth.” ( if you’re still accepting these! )
> _** –- “**_ The truth is worthless now given the way you nearly got yourself _**KILLED**_. _**”**_> Chest still HEAVED from the aftermath of the fight, knuckles _RAW,_ the stark **CRIMSON** marking yet another gash upon his right cheekbone. The gun grasped firmly between white knuckles finally holstered itself, chest puffed out as the hunter STOMPED towards the stranger. > _**"**_ You went after the Skinner Brothers. Bounty hunter or not, they're out for _blood. **"**_> Some semblance of anger seemed to extinguish itself at that point, an exasperated shake of the outlaw's head paired with a swipe of blood still leaking from his nose. She was lucky- he was merely hunting down the local gang members that had crossed his path a few days ago, taking back the MONEY that they stole- _to send a message he was still around._ If he knew they too, were hunting someone down, he would not have intervened in the small **ARMY** of men trying to oddly take down ONE lone woman. _That reminded him-_> _**"** Who are you **? "**_
