Calming watching the whole ordeal continue to play out, Bishop in fact doesn’t do what the crazed woman says, but nearly the exact opposite. One hand is placed on her shoulder, forcibly pulling her away from Pinky, who breathes a sigh of relief before scurrying off to see to the small wound the blonde has inflicted on him.
“You ain’t in a position to go telling me to do anything, darlin’,” Bishop drawls, shoving her up against the nearest trailer with one hand. She can fight him, and honestly he expects it, but he’s still got size on her. “And Rodeo might have taken mercy on you and brought you here, but killing one of us ain’t going to make us roll out the welcome mat for you.”
His expression is steely and whatever draw he has towards this woman is extinguished for now, replaced with an annoyance at the fact that she meant to kill one of them tonight -- and for no other reason than catcalling her.
“Now, I’ll let you go if you promise that knife of yours is going to stay sheathed,” He has both hands on her shoulders now, pressing her up against the metal of the RV behind her. “Think you can do that, darlin’?”