Weeks later - Mid 2017
"I'd say you have good taste." She smiled, cheekily, because they were past her being a complete and utter red knot witch. Still though, she knew that as soon as she put that prospect patch on things were gonna get real and she'd have a group of men trying to prove something to her.
"I love Rodeo. I owe him a lot, same he owes me" She says now. "I want to contribute the best that I can for him, for the crew, the women..for this whole damn place." Teagan looks away from him and stares across the place she's decided to call home. Now that she has, she's an ally, a friend, someone that the rest of them can count on...for protection. Not for just some vague duty that has to do with what's between her legs or some other gender determined specification. She's no cook, she don't do nursing...and fuck cleaning anything other than her own damn mess. "Best I can determine, Bishop, I can fight better than most of y'all, I can shoot better than most of y'all and I can handle myself the same as anyone in here.
"You don't think I should? You gonna try to prove somethin' to me? That I ain't nothing but a hole for your stake?"