[The rifle is within his reach but why would he even bother when he can just point his own gun at 76? He whips it out and keeps it lazily trained on the man, slouching backwards and seemingly catching his breath from the tussle with a deep exhale. Not fantastic but that certainly could have gone a lot worse. He got done what he intended to do and now his mystery bounty was de-masked. The fire casts strange shadows, makes the chiseled features on 76's face that much more stark, makes the blood glisten in strange ways and McCree just stares. His expression slowly goes from a sort of casual relief to a slow grim realization that that face is more familiar than he wants to admit. For a moment he forgets what 76 even asked him.]
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[Shit was he... His fighting style, the voice, him knowing about the recall... no. No way... McCree looks increasingly uncomfortable, and then there's a flash of anger in his eyes as he takes a step backwards.]
I don't know, you tell me if I'm looking at a dead man or not.
[He waggles his gun.]
You'd better make your answer loud and clear, soldier.
no subject
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[Shit was he... His fighting style, the voice, him knowing about the recall... no. No way... McCree looks increasingly uncomfortable, and then there's a flash of anger in his eyes as he takes a step backwards.]
I don't know, you tell me if I'm looking at a dead man or not.
[He waggles his gun.]
You'd better make your answer loud and clear, soldier.