Beginnings P1

Dusty knew he was long since fucked as he put on his costume for the day. Hair, braided with feathers, jeans, and a tanned leather vest. He didn't like his job; it barely pulled in enough, and paired with the constant threat that he'd be arrested if someone got smart, it was hell. But it was hard enough to get hired when you've had a criminal record for the past four years, let alone being an über with a criminal record.
There was a knock at his door and he jerked up to look. Moe stuck his head through the door and looked him over before nodding.
“Looks good. You're first client's here already, probably don't want to keep her waiting,” He said, motioning with his head. “She looks a bit richer than our normal clientele.”
He nodded and stood up straight, heading out of his room. The woman was older than most of the people who came, less like a flower child, and more like a dying weed. Dusty nodded to her, and held out his hand.
“Osiyo, Mrs. Johnston,” He said once she had shook his hand. “It is good to see you here today. My name is Dustu Tahquette. I was informed that you were looking to cleanse yourself of negative energy?”
She nodded and he led the woman over to a decorated table. It was gaudy and managed to combine every stereotypical new age religious thing. But it didn't matter so long as he convinced the woman he was legit. As they sat, he placed a decently sized fake leather bag onto the table, and looked over at her.
“Now, I just want you to know that while this blessing is purely free of charge, I will need you to put any money and other valuables into here,” Dusty said, keeping his face neutral as possible; this is where it mattered.
Mrs. Johnston nodded and Dusty let out a quiet sigh of relief. She pulled her cash out of her wallet and place it along with some jewels into the bag. He stood and closed the bag, tying it shut. Dusty took it over to a small desk, covered with bottles of oil and a single bag that looked identical to the one in his hand.
“Alright, I'm going to bless the bag in oil and say a prayer over this, then we will cleanse your soul,” He said, moving to block both bags from her eyesight as he heard Moe come over to offer her a bottle of water.
Dusty quickly dribbled oil over the bag that was already on the desk, and mumbled nonsense that sounded like Cherokee. He then quickly put together herbs into a clay bowl, and got it smoking. Only thing he could really smell out of it was the tobacco burning. The woman looked at him curiously, and he set the bowl down in the center of the table, setting a feather between her and it.
“Please, use this and fan the smoke over your face, as though you are washing yourself in it,” He said, watching her. She did as she was told, and then Dusty added, “Now, just breath a small breath of the smoke, to cleanse your insides.”
She did and Dusty shifted forward, placing his hands on her head, and mimicked the sounds he had heard in the 'traditional' music he found online as he searched her brain for her pin number. No luck. The old woman was someone who didn't trust banks. He nodded and got up, getting the bag marked with oil. He brought it over to her and handed to her, stopping her hand as she went to untie it.
“You must wait for a week, or else the blessing will be undone,” Dusty said, before picking up the smoking bowl and bringing it over to a window, and setting it down. “Now, your negative energy has been cleansed for now, but I would like to suggest you buy one of my bags of herbs for your own home to protect it, but it is not necessary.”
She thought for a second, rushing out to her car and coming back with a ten dollar bill. He quickly exchanged it for two bags of 'herbs', which in reality was some lavender oil on grass clippings. Once the woman was gone, Dusty undid the braids, and pulled his hair back into a ponytail. The vest went across the room as Moe quickly got rid of the still smoldering remains in the bowl.
He walked over to the bag they had swapped and flopped down in the chair, digging through it. There was only a couple hundred in cash, along with possibly another hundred in jewelry. And no pin number for a bank account to add to it. Barely enough to get by for a week but should work. Better than nothing at least.
“Let's get moving in case she decides to open the bag early, alright?” Dusty said, looking over at Moe.
His older brother nodded and the pair of them quickly packed down shit that would move on them once they started going. It took less than a minute for the pair to get packed. The spiritual bullshit went into boxes and Moe headed up to the front of the motor home and soon they were on the road.
Dusty pulled out his computer at the kitchen table, checking his email for their next stop. Once he found it, he joined Moe in the front.
“So, where are we heading?”
“Back home. Some über wants to talk.”
“Think it's a trap?”
“Maybe? But it could be something more lucrative than stealing maybe getting a hundred cash at a time.”
“Hundred a day if we're moving y'know,” Moe answered. “After all we can easily get three, four of those idiots at once if we hit one of those music fests and leave before the end of it. And we'd get pin numbers too that we can pass off to other people for a bit more.”
“Whatever. Let's get to Oklahoma and find out if we're gonna be arrested.”