‘I was thinkin' of dangerous. Whats that mean?’ asked Davey. ‘Its kind of self explanatory, but whilst you are tryin' to work it out I'm gonna (pulls his gun) warn you that I don't want any assholes, or mother fuckers in my town, so I'm going to ask you to leave. Do it quietly and there'll be no trouble from us but do it any other way and you will be two be two dead, asshole, mother fucker’s, your choice.’ The two Blackwater men shared a glance and then looked back at Bill. John was about to speak when Davey placed a hand on his chest. ‘Come on big fella, lets take our liquor and get back to camp. I can see the sheriff here is trying to clean up his town, so we gonna give him a hand and leave. I figure if we stick around and make his job harder, then maybe he’s right and that does makes us a pair of assholes.’ Big John looked at Davey, his mouth open a little in shock at how co-operative his friend was being.
