“Hunh. Well, I suppose a story like that explains some things. I mean, I meet a lot o’ talented folk in this crazy job that I’m pretty sure could make more money doin’ less dangerous shit. So now I reckon I can start ta sense yer reasons.”
He made the right turn onto the long dirt track that would take him between two other farms and end at La Viva Lobo or whatever it the place was called.
“So what is it, exactly? All I saw was a few bits an’ bobs yer shirt din’t cover…askin’ strictly as a tattoo enthusiast. Of course.”