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"Esperanza."

Ranza looked up from where she was sitting, eating her morning stew. Hosea sat down in a chair next to her. "Hosea." She murmured, taking another spoonful of the bland mix.

The older man cleared his throat a bit, and set the cup of coffee he had down on the table. "You have any plans for the day?" He asked, and lent forward to rest his elbows on the table.

Giving him an odd look before shaking her head, Ranza spoke: "No. Don't think so." She said, and raised a eyebrow for clarification.

Hosea nodded. "I see, well. I have a job, If you're interested; I would like you to come with me." He offered. Ranza's eyes widened a bit, and the gears moved in her head as she thought.

"What kind of job?" She asked a bit uneasily. She really hadn't done any jobs with anyone. But she took this as a good sign, a sign that people were finally starting to trust her.

Sadie Adler still scared her sometimes. The looks she got from the woman were near deadly, and dear lord if looks could kill- she'd be obliterated.

"Just causing a little rift. Shouldn't be anything terrible. Moving moonshine." He explained lightly. "Interested?"

She shrugged. "Sure..."

Hosea smiled. "Good... good. Now, if you'll meet me by the horses, around five or so?" He said, and she nodded. "Great. Sounds like a plan," He smiled, and grabbed his cup, before standing up and walking off.

After the older blonde disappeared, she went back to shoveling stew onto the spoon, and eating it slowly.

She could Javier sit by her in her peripheral vision, scooting the chair closer to eat his own stew. "Hello mi amor." He crooned, and took a spoonful into his mouth.

Despite him having called her that for a while now, she still didn't seem to have her mind fully wrapped around it.

A soft red stained over her cheeks, "Javier," she greeted softly. Javier smiled in return, and rested his arms on the table for a minute. "What did Hosea want?" He asked.

"Going on a job with him, I guess." She said with a shrug, still not fully aware of what they were really doing on this 'job'.

Javier raised his eyebrows and cocked his head a bit. "Hm? What kind of job?" He asked with intrigue. She shrugged. His brows furrowed.

"You're going on a job, and don't know what it is?" He asked, looking at her as if begging for an explanation in his eyes.

She sighed, and let the spoon rest in the bowl against the edge. "Something with the moonshine... it was said what we was exactly going to do..." she murmured.

He blinked a few times. "Just be careful, alright?" He said softly and reached a hand out over to hers. Ranza watched as he took her hand, and traced shapes on it with her thumb.

Ranza hummed, and let him fiddle with her hand for a moment, before she blinked to get herself grounded again. She pulled her hand away and lifted the bowl up to finish the rest off. Javier spooned his own into his mouth, throwing her a few glances from the corner of his eye.

"What time are you going?" He asked. Ranza looked over at him before speaking; "He said to meet him up at five by the horses." Javier hummed, "Should I be worried about the old man trying to take my woman?" he quizzed with a playful smirk.

She nearly choked on air, and gave him a shocked look. "W-What?" she stuttered. He snorted. "I'm just joking." he grinned. Ranza puffed slightly, and gave him a pouty look.

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Ranza and Hosea had met up by the horses, before they rode down the entryway of the camp, veering off the road to the left. There was a wagon that had a plentiful amount of moonshine in the back of it.