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"Ah, yes, ma'am." Taylor shifted in his seat, slowly sliding back into his usual routine he saved for swindling people. "I collect bounties. It's not a pleasant job, but it keeps food on the table and the good side of the law on me. I do recall a couple of windbags that are just begging to be trussed up and brought back to the sheriff's around these parts," shooting an annoyed glance at whatever goddamned Bible study the rest of the party was cooking up now. "Verrry dangerous parts 'round here, ma'am. I, uh, hope you're bringing protection?"

The boy was running around again, encouraged by whatever the Indian said to him. "Hey kid, [i]pipe[/i] your ass!" he yelled. "Where's your damn momma, or papa?" He had also noticed that Petunia was not related to him.