Ankyra Sound he plays that choctaw bingo

boy, she sure was a sweet child. buck was fond of receiving attention from anyone he could manage, so her questions did little to smother his mood. he assumed that most children had been taught about lone wolves and where they came from, including the types of lives they lead. sequoia didn't seem to grasp the concept, as she began to inquire about where his family was and where he slept. buckshot wanted to provide her with the best possible response, as he was still attempting to romanticize the wandering lifestyle himself. 

"ah sleep undah da stars; wherever i feel," he offered her with a glance toward the high skies. they were a muddled grey then, but he was confident that he'd be able to view a vast array of glittering lights once the lights fell beyond the jagged mountains. "an mah family is back home, a'course. on da bayou," he then granted her with a twinkling smile that caused the edges of his eyes to scrunch up. "you evah been to da swamp?"