[Miller is taking another swig of whiskey when he says that, and he stops and lets the shot burn down his throat. And just.... stares across the counter.]
[Then he looks at Deacon.]
[Doesn't say a word. He just waits for it. Because there are a million and one jokes running through his head, but it seems like he should give him a chance to retreat first.]
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[Then he looks at Deacon.]
[Doesn't say a word. He just waits for it. Because there are a million and one jokes running through his head, but it seems like he should give him a chance to retreat first.]