"Andy, I know you ain't a thief. And you don't have to worry about the money. I still have quite a bit left from the big heist I did..." The one that killed his pretty boy. He shook his head, trying not to think about it. "Yeah, you need new clothes. I can lend you my jacket for now, so you don't have to show them ugly scars."

Joey picked up his jacket and handed it to the young man, smiling at the white horse that stood nearby. "Looks like she wants to ride too." He glanced over to Night as saw that the stallion seemed restless, pawing the grassy earth beneath his massive hooves. "Get yourself ready, we'll ride into town and buy some things."