Kindness. Lord, the man was so drunk he couldn't see a pair of greedy hands if they reached up and slapped him—she was still holding on to his money, for God's sake. But few people ever called her kind—it was, at least, a change of pace.

"Talk all you like, darlin'," she said, raising an eyebrow. "Can't guarantee I'll talk back, but I've got two ears and they both work just fine." She tilted her head, a curl falling across her shoulders as she gave him a warning look. "You're sittin' a few stools down from the Sheriff and her deputy, mind. Might want to keep a bounty on your head in mind, hm?"