“I done got me a proper educatin’,” he said with a smirk and the sort of accent you only ever heard on TV. He downed a good mouthful of the Jack straight after and let out a small ‘whoop’ as the liquor still burnt.
It took a lot of trust and a lot of self-coaching to turn his back on the shop and focus just on the Dog leader.
“Well now,” and just like he switched. Business time wasn’t the time for accent imitation or playing stupid. “As always that depends. What are you in the market for?” Ryland could go either way but he never gave both; he had goods to trade just as he had information. Maybe that was why Rodeo seemed to like using him; Ry never came to the table empty handed or begging for an extension. Probably had something to do with the fact he didn’t touch what he peddled; left him with all his brain cells.