"Look Dan, could you please just hand me my drink, I can't reach them with these hand cuffs on."
Kate complained, trying to reach for her drink.
"Sure thing, you aren't gonna hit me in the face and knock me out like last time before you got into jail."
The Marshal said in a weird way.
Kate gave him a cocky look.
"Thanks. You know they really need to make these drinks a little stronger."
Kate added.
"Not for you they don't."
The Marshal chuckled.
"Why not, I haven't had a good drink in ages."
Kate muttered...then realized why.
"Maybe because you've been on the run for so long..."
The Marshal gave her a horrible look.
"Only 2 years."
Kate said in honesty.
"Yeah... Only. You should've just told the truth like a good, honest, and smart person... You are smart though."
The Marshal looked at her.
"Why is that?"
Kate questioned.
"Your not smart from running away, and the decisions you make are un real, but you always have a way of getting out of things... You do realize that's why I have 5 guns in that case... Just in case we have a little "incident" with you.
The Marshal looked at her and smirked like it was a big joke.
