Rodeo was a bit surprised by the ease with which the stranger dropped his weapon, and was even more alarmed when he approached him without fear. It was probably the only thing that kept him from pulling the trigger-- if he came forward still bearing that weapon, there would have been a dozen holes in him by then. He stood his ground, squaring his shoulders and clenching his jaw in annoyance with the demanding tone the other man took. But the question threw him for a loop-- was the guy really asking about the stupid painting on the wall?
"Who painted-- who gives a fuck? You better back the fuck down, boy. Take a step closer and you're gonna have a sunroof in your skull."