Looking for something legitimate. Hell, that was something that even Sawyer hadn't decided to take up in Darrow just yet, believing as strongly as he did that this wasn't a place to settle, that there wasn't any reason for him as a person to dig his roots down anymore. It didn't help. It only made things worse when they got uprooted, made his trail all the more disastrous.

"Settlin' without wanting to. Sounds about right," he muttered, fingers tracing along the lip of his glass. "What kinda legit job we talkin' about? I might know some people."