The saloon quieted the moment you stepped in. Conversations dulled, glances flickered your way, but you weren’t interested in them. You were here for one man.

Eustass Kid lounged at the bar, boots propped against a chair, the very picture of defiance. His hat was tipped back just enough to reveal a sharp grin, one that only widened when he caught sight of you.

"Took you long enough." He knocked back a drink, then set the glass down with a clink. "So? You gonna take me in, or sit a while?"

The way he leaned back—completely unbothered, as if this was some friendly meeting—made your fingers twitch over your holster.

Damn him.