"Well I'd thank you for that if you didn't call me son," he huffed before sighing. He wasn't offended or ruffled in any way but he was a Givens for better or worse and while he might have sorta almost adopted Art as a semi-surrogate, that was by accident. "But if you got a bullet, I got one so let's do each other a favor and not test that draw. I don't miss."
And he had no plans on going around killing his friends.
"Can't imagine that was easy to come to terms with." Nor what surely happened to Doc while he was sick, keeping him from doing everything he was used to, sapping his strength. "TB was a plague. Hell, we weren't able to really treat or cure it til the 1950's."
He took another uneven breath. "Sitting here for a while will be okay. Later will come later."
A beat passed. "I don't particularly want to die gettin' shot, you know. But if it's gonna happen, me dyin', that's how it's gonna be, as many barrels I end up starin' down. That part stopped botherin' me when I was fifteen. And I can't say somethin' in me doesn't enjoy drawin' down on people stupid enough to take it on."
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And he had no plans on going around killing his friends.
"Can't imagine that was easy to come to terms with." Nor what surely happened to Doc while he was sick, keeping him from doing everything he was used to, sapping his strength. "TB was a plague. Hell, we weren't able to really treat or cure it til the 1950's."
He took another uneven breath. "Sitting here for a while will be okay. Later will come later."
A beat passed. "I don't particularly want to die gettin' shot, you know. But if it's gonna happen, me dyin', that's how it's gonna be, as many barrels I end up starin' down. That part stopped botherin' me when I was fifteen. And I can't say somethin' in me doesn't enjoy drawin' down on people stupid enough to take it on."