Rattlesnake Jack let out a small chuckle. "If'n ya did stay in those waters for too long, 'tis possible that ya may be sufferin' from de-lusions slicker." Intertwining his fingers together he turned his hands around, so his palms faced forward as he stretched out his arms. After keeping it out for a few seconds he quickly returned his hands back to his side and held them over his gun-holsters. "Can't beat a good sweat-lodge pardner. Just gotta make sure ya know when ta get out."