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Tanner finished chugging the last of the whiskey, craning his head all the way back to get every last drop. Finally finishing, he smacked his lips, sighing, before tossing the bottle towards the camp and wiping his lips again. He turned to Camo.

"It ain't a problem if yer brain's a tad cuckoo, Camo," he said, swaying slightly while trying to gain his balance. HE wasn't the least bit tipsy, just coming down from his adrenaline rush. "I ain't a squealer, and I'm pretty damn sure I've done some things that would cause me to have to get the hell out of Dodge. You can trust me, pardner."