[Later - much later - he'll look back on this conversation, and weep, alone and hidden away from everyone else. Even then, she was probably... oh, Vita, it's not fair, I wanted to -

But that will come later. For now, he nods... and grins, putting on an exaggerated drawl.]

I'll keep my eyes open and my gun loose in the holster, little lady. You can bet on it. If'n I get my chance... well, I reckon she'll be pushin' up somethin' once she's six feet under, but somehow daisies seem too nice. A real nasty, prickly cactus, maybe.