Kelley would have recognized that voice anywhere. He could have been half deaf, blind and stupid on top of it and he'd have known Brandon's voice in a crowd of a hundred. It was Brandon. That or he'd finally lost his marbles and completely bit the big one. He was hoping it was just Brandon because going crazy wasn't something he was willing to do just yet.
"Watch your mouth, fucker. Who the hell you think you're talking to?" he called back. "Kids today ain't got no respect for their elders. Stone?" He headed slowly in the direction of the voice. Tucking his gun into it's holster, he held his hands up. "I'm armed but not dangerous," he promised. "Right now at least," he amended. "Brandon, is that you?"