Noah was amused. "I think rednecks are farther South. Tennessee, Alabama, Mississippi." He'd encountered not-nice people in Montana as much as he had in New York or L.A., so he didn't judge by that. People seemed to be people wherever one might be.
"Fucking fluke," Noah repeated, his tone dry even though he couldn't suppress the smile that emerged at that. "Good way to describe me. And who are you kidding? You'd terrify him, have him licking your boots and then you'd drag him off by the ear to have your way with him. You don't fool me any." He was kidding too, of course. Mostly.