Two Rivers Isle fan mail from 27 million

He was well enough aware of the difference in Colt's tone as opposed to his body language. The leering gaze of crimson that stares back at him, slowly peeling the layers of his skin; damn creepy, is what it was.
Don't sound to me like you've spent enough time in 'em, Was this a useless pissing contest? Yes, it sure as hell was. But it was entertaining, at the least, and it brings a smirk to one side of his mouth. Reeeeeal hillbillies know their valleys when they see 'em. Ha!
It's lighthearted, a bouncing chuckle that follows his competitive statement, but the tension is obvious, and a brief flicker of embarrassment passes over him in the wrinklewoman's — Gun's — favor.
Seen some shit, have ya now? At that, his eyebrow quirks. Sure, he'll bite. Got any stories, then, tough guy?