"Then you should really rethink the hat, don't you think?" She's tense as he walks toward her, holding herself ready for a fight. With him, maybe, but just as likely with any of the damn Forest Talkers who've decided enough is enough.

Fine. She's more than happy to pay them back for shooting Ruby, for shooting her, and she's been wanting to work out some of these pent-up feelings she hasn't been able to do anything about for a while. She stands her ground, looking up at the lanky man, taking in the almost feral burn in his eyes. "Probably some of it."

She's not sure how many people she'd tangled with in getting here. Three? Four? She'd slung a hunting knife a lot like Doc's in her belt; her daddy's deputy badge burns in her pocket, a constant reminder that no matter how much she might try, she's only ever going to fail.

But she's still going to try. She still has people to protect. "You?"