Rattlesnake Jack simply tipped his cowboy hat at Psyga yelled out that, yes, in fact Rattlesnake Jack was there. "Well, I'd reckon it seems my reputation continues to precede me." Unlatching his thumbs from his belt he moved his hands closer to his gun-holsters, carrying his trusty Colts, as usual. Then some girl in a rope with some oversized farming impliment, which appeared designed in a way quite different than a usual scythe, ran off towards him. He arched his left eyebrow, "Missy, I can tell ya that I don't got no tail." He used his right hand as he gestured behind his duster-coat.

"Sides, would ruin my jeans if I did have a tail like it. If'n you were thinkan the use of that there ol' double negative meant me sayin' I had a tail. Which, I ain't got." He glanced towards the man as he asked in curiosity what, sort of thing he was. " 'Twas an insult, plain and simple like a ravenous buzzard stripin' a coyote carcass on a hot day."