Every piece here started out as something else. An exotic hide too small for a full run. A cut of standard leather that came back a shade off. Scrap that would've ended up in the bin instead of on somebody's desk. The shop calls it Mavericks, after the old ranching word for a stray animal that never ran with the herd, unbranded. Each piece gets a number instead of a name: Stray No. 1, Stray No. 2. No two look the same, and once one's sold, it's gone. No set schedule. It shows up when it's ready.