Billy let out a huff and scratched his chin, which was scruffy with his usual five-o-clock shadow. Shooting a quick glance towards town, then at the ground, he rubbed the back of his neck and sighed. "Well, I guess I'd better get a little food on my stomach before settin' out. I really can't be stayin' 'round here long, though." He raised his eyebrows at her, swinging his right leg around behind him to hop down from the saddle on the left side of the horse. Nonchalantly, he slipped his right hand into the saddle bag and pulled out a smaller bag, shoving it in his coat pocket at an angle to prevent the girl from seeing. "You got a barn?" He muttered, spitting out the twig over his shoulder as he clutched Westwood's reins near the bit.
