Johns eyes didn’t come off you, glaring you up and down. He wasn’t too fond of strangers, especially when it came to jobs. You could turn on them anytime or take the findings for yourself. This was supposed to be a quick homestead robbery, in and out. It was simple, you coming along didn’t make sense in John’s mind.

“Who the hell is even this? You said us two only” he eyed you down from head to toe. He took a sip of tequila, it burned his throat, a burn he grew to love.