[ Anton turns to aim his rifle at Vasquez, uncertain but stubbornly committed. Faraday's gaze flicks to Vasquez, swallowing down the instinct to insist that he has it handled. Instead, he breathes through the throbbing of his leg.
A little strained, ]
I'd listen to him, Gilbert.
Shut the hell up, Faraday.
[ And he jams the barrel of his pistol against Faraday's forehead, knocking Faraday's hat off to the dirt.
Faraday can survive quite a lot of things, he thinks, but a pointblank shot through the skull probably isn't one of them. ]
I dunno who you are, mister, or what you think you're doin', but this man here's a liar and a crook and deserves much worse than a bullet to the head.
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A little strained, ]
I'd listen to him, Gilbert.
Shut the hell up, Faraday.
[ And he jams the barrel of his pistol against Faraday's forehead, knocking Faraday's hat off to the dirt.
Faraday can survive quite a lot of things, he thinks, but a pointblank shot through the skull probably isn't one of them. ]
I dunno who you are, mister, or what you think you're doin', but this man here's a liar and a crook and deserves much worse than a bullet to the head.