[Ah he remembered such insolence. It amused him to know end, and so far, the kid seemed interesting enough.]

I don't have to try to catch you, kiddo. [He shifted his jacket to reveal the butt of his handgun on his belt, the threat rather obvious. Grant ran; he'd put a bullet in the miserable brat's head... and then hang Grant from a tree.]

Of course it is. Standard issue, single notch on the hilt where I deflected a knife in active combat.