Phoenix Maplewood hello, scarface

the bone she was chewing on snapped in half.

"hyrdo-huh?" gun's large head canted to the side, eyes squinting as if trying to read the dictionary definition off of tarsnout's face.

the other woman - fuck, what was her name? - gave an unnerving explanation.

"huck- huck you hean rotsh you?" she still wasn't entirely buying it, but the energy in the camp got her on her feet. "ish it like, like hhhrabiesh?" the stray dog disease, the possum wrangler madness. 

gun pawed the meated deer femur towards herself.