Red narrowed his eyes at the prophet, and dropped his free hand to his pistol grip.
"You dare accuse me of Hersey?" he growled as he loosened the safety catch on the holster. "If I wanted you silenced, you would have gotten a las bolt between the eyes the moment you walked on to this street." He continues, slowly de-escalating the amount of threat in his voice and relaxing his hand from the 'ready-to-kill' position. "I want you to live and tell the people, but the first of all people you must tell from here on out is me."
By this point, he has calmed down enough to not be assuming a stance any more threatening than the one he walked up here with.