Mudminnow River you're not better than me, damn you

she considered his words for a moment. realized the perfect in she had just weaseled her way into. the good thing about the devil's backbone was that it was easy to work her way up to the head.

there she could gather all her knowledge up, before rounding back home eventually.

oh why not? what sorta jobs you runnin', mister....? this asked as she turned her pale heady to look over an ashy shoulder. her look welcoming, perhaps overly so.