Faraday catches the hat on instinct, glaring up at Vasquez. Truth is, he doesn’t know too much about the war that sparked up in Mexico, considering it sparked up when he was still swaddled in blankets, and the possible animosity hadn’t occurred to him. (Maybe he is that stupid.
Not that he would ever admit as much.)
Vasquez thrusts his gun belt at him next, and Faraday dutifully catches that, as well, his glare turning into a flat, unimpressed look.
“What do I care if you shoot someone?” he asks. God knows they’ve both shot plenty of folks before, and Faraday imagines they’re about even as far as how many men they’ve gunned down. (Actually, Faraday believes he edged a bit ahead of Vasquez after the battle of Rose Creek – taking out the Gatling gun meant he took down over a half-dozen men in one go. But as much as he refuses to admit it, thinking too long or too hard about that ride out, one that he had imagined to be his last, makes something cold and writhing clench in his gut.)
After all, Faraday is hardly shy about violence.
“So long as it ain’t me,” he says. Their fingers brush as he tugs his hat from Vasquez’s hand, putting it on. “And so long as it ain’t someone who didn’t already have it comin’.”
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Date: 2017-09-20 08:49 pm (UTC)Not that he would ever admit as much.)
Vasquez thrusts his gun belt at him next, and Faraday dutifully catches that, as well, his glare turning into a flat, unimpressed look.
“What do I care if you shoot someone?” he asks. God knows they’ve both shot plenty of folks before, and Faraday imagines they’re about even as far as how many men they’ve gunned down. (Actually, Faraday believes he edged a bit ahead of Vasquez after the battle of Rose Creek – taking out the Gatling gun meant he took down over a half-dozen men in one go. But as much as he refuses to admit it, thinking too long or too hard about that ride out, one that he had imagined to be his last, makes something cold and writhing clench in his gut.)
After all, Faraday is hardly shy about violence.
“So long as it ain’t me,” he says. Their fingers brush as he tugs his hat from Vasquez’s hand, putting it on. “And so long as it ain’t someone who didn’t already have it comin’.”