Wyatt called everyone friend when met them for the first time, as much for lack of anything else to call them, as hopeful thinking.
"It's the arena. An' I don't know you from Adam," Wyatt replied flatly, head tipping a fraction to one side, mustache twisting bemusedly. "So you'll have to forgive me for bein' jus' a bit cautious."
Shifting, he raised his free hand and held it out.
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"It's the arena. An' I don't know you from Adam," Wyatt replied flatly, head tipping a fraction to one side, mustache twisting bemusedly. "So you'll have to forgive me for bein' jus' a bit cautious."
Shifting, he raised his free hand and held it out.
"Wyatt, Wyatt Earp."