"Darlin', if I went anywhere else, I'd expect to have them have to try them all out. But I didn't go there. I came to you." My grin was dazzling and I reached out to brush the backs of my fingers along her hand. "You're the best. And I know guns better than I know my own dick. I figure we can pick out a decent pair."
My head lolled back again, fingers toying with a horseshoe, of all things, from Evie's desk. I was too polite to pull out my knife like I normally would, so I figured this was a good way to not get shot. "I do," I agreed with a smirk, glancing over at her.
Hmm. Diamondbacks were mighty pretty. "Doubles are a favorite of mine," I mused. "Nice, gentle recoil, swing out cylinder..." Yeah, that sounded like Redford. A fond little smile played around my lips, the kind of expression I didn't get often. Ever, maybe. "Got it in the blue finish? It'll go with his eyes."