“I still don’t buy a single word of it. Everypony knows that Desert Willow brought in Black Bartlett.” Boxcars slurred finishing off his salt . ”Are you saying your rode with Wild Card or His gang? How would you even know what happened?”
“Aw ya got me, “The pony in the shadows stood and tossed a few bits towards Sweet Cream who magically caught them and set them on the counter. “But, I bet you’d never heard that part of the legend before.” The pony, not quite stepping into the light, exited out the doors to the saloon and made his way around back.
“So how did we do tonight Scarlet?” the pony asked into the shadows.
Scarlet Aria, the peach Pegasus singer, stepped out and tossed the pony a bag of bits. “They were too busy listenin’ to you carry on about Big Red to even realized I’d been picking their pockets clean.” She preened a few feathers and gave the pony in the hat the once over with her eyes. ”All that stuff true?”
The pony put the bits in his satchel and slid a card out and placed it in his hat.
“What? That Big Red was really an apple farmer?” Wild Card glanced at an imperceptible faded scar on his shoulder and grinned mischievously. “Yeah…Like any pony’s goanna believe that.”