He endured the hit to the head ... but now a steady stream of blood trailed down the side of his face. "look, you wanted a job, you got one, so shut your mouth and just stop being so stupid!" he replied. He soon skid to a stop when they reached what seemed to be a black market town with booths and shops all in a row on either side. At the end of the long dirt road in the small town was a large circus tent. "Black! hey how you doing buddy?" a voice called. The man turned to the right calmly to meet the face not far off in the crowd of someone he knew. "well it it ain't old slick sam ... got anything new in shop?" he asked. "perhaps a muzzle for this little b-" he stopped, knowing it would only cause more trouble if he called her a 'female dog' ... which she sure acted like because of her temper. "nevermind. i need to get back before the crew starts getting loony again." he sighed. Sam smirked and waved him off "well alright then, but if yea' need anything just drop on by alrght?" "alright, he replied, soon walking down the street toward the circus tent.
She gave a weak nod and hopped over on her one leg to him, using him as a support.







