Doc and Charly
"You could always train with someone," Doc offered, taking a sip of his whiskey. After all, Doc had only become infamous for his shooting skills with more than his share of practice. Of course, whenever Doc shot, it rarely ended with his target walking away alive. Unless they were dead or inanimate to begin with.
"As will I." Doc replaced his drink on the table before turning his attention back to the blond beside him. "And it is nothing. Consider it a token of our budding friendship." Doc was friendly to those who returned the favor. So far, Charly fit the bill. Despite his mistrusting nature, Doc was willing to put himself out there in order to ensure Wynonna and his daughter had people on their side should the time come when they needed it.