That lack of fear is something that made Django like this kid. He was irreverent and mouthy, but he still had respect for people who respected him. Probably why they actually go on well. Neither of them took it personally if the other one-upped them. The job got done and that’s what mattered. They were both professionals.

Django threw back the rest of his drink. He let his eyes drift over Chasin, not even bothering to hide the suggestion in them. That’s how their game evolved. It used to be give me half of your next three bounties. At some point, it led to them fucking – probably because they both thought the other would refuse.

A mischievous smile turned up the older hunter’s lips. “You in a slinky little dress.”