Dialog

I don’t get it.

Shoot, I don’t know. How ‘bout a big ole meet-n-greet with them there Fearless folk?

And what could possibly be more enticing to me than watching you get marched out of here by the authorities? 

That’s a shame. Whelp, best be getting on with it then.

I have something important that I must get to. Another time perhaps? Say 5 to 10 years, with good behavior?

It’s the Trigger, ‘case you didn’t catch that. And sure, y’all can call in the posse if’n ya think that’s what you want. But y’all hain’t the least bit wondering why’n I’d risk freedom, and my family-making parts, to meet ya? (Tilts his head in the direction of the over stuffed folder on her desk)

I fail to see how you could be of any assistance to me – especially from behind bars, cowboy.

Thing is, Ms Ward, I ain’t most people. Most people ain’t gonna be able ta do for ya what I can.

Well, most people would simply phone, or at least knock.

Howdy, Ma’am. I’m the Trigger. Didn’t mean ta alarm ya, just been wantin’ to make your acquaintance.