"I need to unfortunately, I've bust a good pair of shoes so I need to go sweeten up the cobbler to get them fixed. I've had that beautiful hunter from the Cano recently and I've got a decent take of cured venison if you and Hope need any." Mustang replied, once again pulling one her famous flip flops and appearing to change from a shit kicker to a sweetheart in one easy, alcohol sweetened breath.
"How's Hope doin'?" She asked softly, leaning into Lot a little more.