Phoenix Maplewood don't start with [m]e

her munching stopped. for a moment, gun looked at empty air, dull-eyed, brainmush computing. then she swallowed.

she lifted her chin, hazel gaze climbing the man, until their eyes met.

it was never a skill of hers, reading other people. but, the mastiff could recognize those like her - the motherfuckers of this earth, the women and men as crude and hardy and blunt as she.

her wrinkled muzzle formed an open-mouthed smile.

where the hell have you been all this time?

"hhat, you know how to shtart a hire?" gun cackled, one meaty brow cocking.