Faraday’s made a living off of reading people, and while Vasquez’s act is convincing enough for a layman, he sees through it quickly enough. It’s worrying Vasquez more than he lets on, clearly enough, and maybe that’s why he’s stayed in Rose Creek as long as he has? For the safety, for the security, for knowing that these folks, grateful as they are, weren’t likely to feed him to the wolves.
It makes sense, he thinks, and that bit of clarity makes something click into place. (Surely Vasquez has no other reason to stay, after all.)
“You know Sam ain’t like that,” and he says it levelly, calmly, with all the certainty he can muster. Faraday has met a great deal of unsavory types, men who called themselves honorable and wore shiny little badges, but were just as liable to spit on your corpse as any other lowlife. Sam – and indeed, most of the others their ragtag group – was a different sort altogether. The type you could trust, and with the lives they lead, that was a rarity.
Faraday peers at Vasquez, eyes narrowed and the corners of his mouth turned downward as he studies him.
“So you’re not stayin’ here,” he says slowly, “and you’re not goin’ with Sam. What do you plan on doin’?”
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It makes sense, he thinks, and that bit of clarity makes something click into place. (Surely Vasquez has no other reason to stay, after all.)
“You know Sam ain’t like that,” and he says it levelly, calmly, with all the certainty he can muster. Faraday has met a great deal of unsavory types, men who called themselves honorable and wore shiny little badges, but were just as liable to spit on your corpse as any other lowlife. Sam – and indeed, most of the others their ragtag group – was a different sort altogether. The type you could trust, and with the lives they lead, that was a rarity.
Faraday peers at Vasquez, eyes narrowed and the corners of his mouth turned downward as he studies him.
“So you’re not stayin’ here,” he says slowly, “and you’re not goin’ with Sam. What do you plan on doin’?”