She stood up, dusting off the remnants of sleeping on the ground the night before. She picked up her trench coat, beating it with an open palm to shake the dust off the canvas. Once satisfied, she threw the coat on along with a pair of holsters that rested easily on her lower back, the weight of the revolvers a familiar comfort. She glanced over expecting to wake her companion but he was already up, methodically reassembling his rifle. She walked around the clearing for a bit, shaking the sleep off eating a bit of jerky and dried fruit while he continued his work. She paced impatiently and finally broke the silence as he began to re-attach the heavy bayonet blade to the front of the rifle.
"I don't know why you bother with that thing, it throws off the accuracy of the gun." she stated matter-of-factly, but he didn't seem to notice and just continued sharpening the blade.
"Don't know why I bother." she muttered, grabbing her pack and noting that its much lighter than she'd like. Then again she should have reached her destination almost three days ago, but hadn't expected to be suddenly abandoning the train. Remembering why she's so late to her destination burns at her patience just a bit more.
"I could be on my way back from Timberlake by now if it weren't for you." she made certain her exasperation was audible. For the first time since waking up he turned and looked at her, "Didn't ask you to follow." he stated flatly. He was right, which just made it more annoying. She gritted her teeth, "Well you'd be dead if I hadn't." she retorted.
"Maybe."
He stood up, picking up his jacket and backpack and started walking past her towards the west. She shook her head, whether from frustration or resignation not even she was sure, and started to follow. While walking she studied the back of his jacket, specifically the torn up section that took the brunt of shotgun blast. Beneath the torn up canvas the bandages were still visible having taken on a slightly dull pale red. She knew he couldn't last more than a few days without proper medical care, but a decent doctor of any kind was long train ride away.
"I hope you know where your going, Gods know we need to get there quickly." She smiled, this wasn't the best idea she ever acted on, but it was certainly more interesting than most of her work. Bodyguard to the rich and stuffy is actually far more boring than some might let you believe. Who, or what, was after him wasn't going to get bought off, they were out for blood.
"I don't know why you bother with that thing, it throws off the accuracy of the gun." she stated matter-of-factly, but he didn't seem to notice and just continued sharpening the blade.
"Don't know why I bother." she muttered, grabbing her pack and noting that its much lighter than she'd like. Then again she should have reached her destination almost three days ago, but hadn't expected to be suddenly abandoning the train. Remembering why she's so late to her destination burns at her patience just a bit more.
"I could be on my way back from Timberlake by now if it weren't for you." she made certain her exasperation was audible. For the first time since waking up he turned and looked at her, "Didn't ask you to follow." he stated flatly. He was right, which just made it more annoying. She gritted her teeth, "Well you'd be dead if I hadn't." she retorted.
"Maybe."
He stood up, picking up his jacket and backpack and started walking past her towards the west. She shook her head, whether from frustration or resignation not even she was sure, and started to follow. While walking she studied the back of his jacket, specifically the torn up section that took the brunt of shotgun blast. Beneath the torn up canvas the bandages were still visible having taken on a slightly dull pale red. She knew he couldn't last more than a few days without proper medical care, but a decent doctor of any kind was long train ride away.
"I hope you know where your going, Gods know we need to get there quickly." She smiled, this wasn't the best idea she ever acted on, but it was certainly more interesting than most of her work. Bodyguard to the rich and stuffy is actually far more boring than some might let you believe. Who, or what, was after him wasn't going to get bought off, they were out for blood.
