Ankyra Sound he plays that choctaw bingo

the girl inquired as to whether he was injured or not, saying that her father had turned away some who had not lived up to his expectations. already, buckshot believed that there would be a high chance that his lackadaisical nature would be a turn-off to the natives. still, he was far more interested in the potential of the young lady who had kept him company for a short while. it was worth it to him to pursue it. shit, he had nowhere better to be, and he preferred to keep it that way.

"naw. i'm 'bout as fit as a fiddle."

with a thoughtful nod, buck motioned for the young lady to lead the way. “well, den... le's have you show me how i's done, yeah?” the swamp scoundrel suggested. he couldn't lead them back to her home, so the brute waited, features turned upward into an idiotic grin. he had always been more of a follower than a leader, anyway.