Little in life could make me as happy as a gun and a man in my lap. Course, this situation was slightly off of my norm, but come on, like I was going to complain. My hand absently ran up and down Redford's arm, playing lightly with the soft hair there, and I cocked my head, considering.
"She's a hell of a woman," I mused. "Aim would probably be crap, but she definitely needs a firecracker." I winked at Evie. "To match her personality, you understand. Don't want to insult her, but I also don't want to pull out the work boots for a present. Sure, you might need them, but if you unwrap a present and find those lurking beneath the tissue paper, don't tell me you wouldn't be disappointed."
A quick laugh and I nudged my nose in behind Redford's ear fondly. "Six shots," I murmured, running one finger along the back of Redford's trigger finger. "Always save one, sweetheart. Just in case you need it. Five shots to waste, one to do the job." I smirked, glancing over at Evie. "And you don't buy bullets. I buy bullets. We'll set you up - I'm sure Evie won't mind throwing in the first box free - and then I'll make sure you're well supplied."