There was something about her when she pulled into the parking lot that made the whole place go quiet when they saw her standing outside the Dairy Queen. It wasn't so much the fact that she was standing there in a brown leather jacket zipped all the way up with worn blue jeans slightly ripped near it or the dirty blue converse on her feet that looked like they had had a tuff run. And it wasn't even the red hair combed into a ponytail with absolutely no grease or even the slightest trace of hairspray, or even the dark sunglasses behind which the eyes were hidden, but you could tell they were staring at you like a rebel who matched to the behavior of his hand-on-hip position. Even the backpack on his back wasn't that strange, and even though it was one of those that you don't find around here with skulls embroidered in strange shapes, anyone could easily have mistaken it for coming from some other state. , it must have been the fact that he had his hands wrapped around the strap of an elongated suitcase which, to anyone in the know, looked a lot like a long rifle pistol, and which was tied to the backpack strap by a leash was the dog from the strangest look ever seen in Tulsa, Oklahoma. It was supposed to be two sizes too big; his head came up to her thigh, and despite the serene sapphire hue of his eyes, those fangs lining the underside of his jaws, and the way he looked a little too much like a wolf, with his pointy ears and monochrome fur, it made him look as deadly as any junkyard dog. Whatever it was, she didn't seem to care, or maybe she was just used to it as she approached the transparent door of the restaurant. He stopped, though, and, as he had done too many times before, untied the leash and snapped his fingers at...the center of the paper...one with just ketchup, chips and water "let's go," the waitress suddenly said behind them and dropped a paper bag with a wet, grease-stained bottom onto the counter. "Thank you. What do I owe you?" Wolf asked as he reached into a small pocket inside his jacket. "Seventy-five cents." Wolf muttered something under his breath that made her laugh, but Pony couldn't hear him, and found his attention diverted from that when she pulled out a roll of bills, and not just dollar bills. She had a five and - her eyes almost bulging - a ten along with five ones. He didn't show even a hint of reluctance as he took one out, placed it on the counter, told the waitress to hold the change while he put the bills back, took the food, and turned to them with an excited look. “Do you want to meet the big guy?” Works cited SEHilton Outsiders