Doc kicked the door with his boots until she finally decided to open up. He straightened himself up. "Woman, I'm here to collect what is mine. You can have all the rest..." he swiped his arm around dizzily. "But those guns be mine."
He straightened his vest at the tails, puffing his chest out like a puffin. He cleared his throat as if she was going to do as he wanted, but he knew he was about to land a fist in the face. Ready he was, because he'd hit back if he had to. Though, things were a little rusty. They were on a different plane now that there was no one else watching.