Though Tooth Fairy had a sweet voice, Argus knew not to mess around with Ms. Campbell.

“Alright, alright,” she says with a twinge of nervousness in her voice. “I’ll find a pocket to keep some in, don’t fret.”

She heaves a sigh.
"Shucks, I was tryin' to avoid sayin' it, but you're not gonna let me go that easy, huh? Alright, alright... I don't floss, doc."

“I brush ‘bout once a day…” She knows it’s not twice, but she’s not gonna try to lie. The frequency of brushing is not the real worry Argus has with a dental checkup.

She thinks back but Argus soon shakes her head.
“Naw. Nothin’ unusual, anyway.”

Dental... she already has a bad feeling about this, but no backing out now. She settles in.

"Alright, alright... If you say so. Hit me with them questions, I ain't gon' hide nothin' from you."

“… shoot, do I really gotta, doc?”
Argus sits down anyway.

As for work, there's always folk needin' stuff done, s'long as yer not 'fraid to put your hands in the dirt. I was just about to go on a job myself, but I'll let you tag along, if it pleases you."

"I've been 'round these parts enough to know my way, if that's smarts, I guess you got it right. Name's Argus. You ain't asked, but I'm tellin' you anyway." She's balancing a lollipop's stick in between her lips as she speaks.

"You're in Amarillo, partner. Stone's throw from Palo Duro.
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|| tooth fairy my beloved.