Us old bastards don't need that much sleep...[Blake's brow furrows.] The hell did you call me?

[He watches approvingly as Dietrich knocks his drink back. No pussy, all right. He snorts.]

Never quite saw that happen, but yeah, it's been over a goddamn year since I heard a gunshot or saw somebody holding in their bleeding guts. No killers around here to track down.

[He takes a slow sip.]

Been a long damn time since I did anything useful.