To avoid trouble, Feng Shan slowly reached into the inner pocket of his jacket, his movements unhurried and natural.
But after fumbling around in the pocket for a moment, he flashed an awkward smile and pulled his hand back.
He then remembered that he had left his identification with Nash back when they were changing clothes at the western wear shop.
"One moment. I'll have my companion bring my identification over," Feng Shan said before turning to Nash and yelling, "Toss me my ID!"
Hearing this, Nash didn't say a word. He pulled Feng Shan's ID from his pocket, and with a flick of his arm, tossed it in Feng Shan's direction.
Feng Shan caught it cleanly.
He then tossed the ID to Sheriff Ronnie. It sailed through the air in a perfect arc, landing squarely in the sheriff's hand.
Catching the ID, Sheriff Ronnie first examined its exterior carefully before flipping it open to inspect the contents.
'An ID from the state of Alaska?'
'That frozen wasteland.'
