Rising Sun Valley we're all mad here

Spectre doesn't buy it. Who would? He scrunches up his face and gives Outlaw a look that reads about the same, only to look away out across the marshy wetlands. "Well, I'm not alright!" He replies, taking a few more steps forward to close the gap between him and the collie. "My stomach's killin' me. Whatcha say about rustlin' up some grub?" He flashes the kid a grin; maybe it's a bit manic. Maybe. "Betcha two treats that there'll be some stupid ducks 'round here somewheres."