Bass, you alright?
Reeves still a bit stunned. He holds up his holster.
He shot my damn gun belt off me!
What? That just ain't possible. (beat) Of all the luck.
Luck hell. It's them angels that still watch over me like my mama says.
Cliff nods, smiles big. Reeves smiling back big at Cliff.
I might just take a liken' to law. It's kind of fun.
Cliff circles his face with his finger pointing out to Reeves that his face is covered with mud. Reeves still with a big smile, wipes his face with his hand. They LAUGH.