Weeks later - Mid 2017
Bishop shifts in his chair, arms going across his chest as he ponders Teagan’s question. “It ain’t a shit gig, it just ain’t easy either,” taking on the wolf patch means putting a bullseye on your back, it’s not something a person does lightly. “You mean MC’s? I never had much to do with this kinda life until I got to Texas. Back home worst I did was make moonshine in a dry county.” Bishop’s criminal history isn’t nearly as colorful as some of the other men with wolves on their backs, but being on the federal most wanted list ain’t anything to scoff at either. “I get it, you’d rather be out there doing something than sitting back and letting others decide your fate.” He understand wanting that kind of control over something, as little control as this new world allowed anyway.
Truth be told Bishop honestly wasn’t sure how much socializing Teagan had been doing. It wasn’t that he didn’t care to pay attention to it, it was more that he didn’t want to seem as if he was giving too much attention to the camp’s newest addition. “Look, nobody’s stopping you from prospecting,” he paused. “You want to be in the thick of things, that can be respected. But it ain’t going to be easy, the men, they aren’t going to go easy on you ‘cause you’re a woman. Hell, they’ll probably be harder on you because you’re a woman.”