They continued hiking through the woods, maintaining a steady pace. They weren't on the run at this point, but in a much larger sense they were. The assailants on the train were dead, but they were just a start that much was clear. As she considered their demeanor they were most likely paid, but not overly well. Hopefully her intervention hadn't add her to kill list. Of course, she'd like to know why he was being hunted but so far he has not been forthcoming about why six men decided to follow him onto a train and gun him down in a tunnel. Though, in his defense, he wasn't very forthcoming about anything. He was pretty average as height goes, a little less than six feet tall with a pretty heavy build, dark thin hair kept long and tied back, and a perpetual 5 O'Clock shadow. Other than his looks she knew he had that rifle with a heavy bayonet blade. Didn't know his name, and he didn't know hers, he seemed to prefer it that way.
"Can you at least tell me why those men were after you?" she inquired unable to hide the frustration in her voice. As usual he said nothing and just kept walking, which only fueled her frustration. "Look, I am trying to help, but how do I even know that you're not the one who should be killed?" she prodded further, hoping maybe to get a rise out of him. To get -something- at least.
"You don't." He replied without even turning back. She frowned, it wasn't really what she was looking for, "Why do they want you dead? Kill some poor innocent? Maybe worse?" she put emphasis on the last question, clearly implying something truly heinous. At this he stopped, but did not turn around, "It's my brother, he wants me dead. Family business, nothing more." He immediately picked up stride again and kept walking, she hesitated before trying to catch up. This was looking like more of a bad idea than even before. She doesn't like to get involved with family feuds, let alone when she's not getting paid to do it. In fact, this whole debacle still confused her, she can't really determine why she interceded in the first place. None of this was any of her business, and she learned long ago that working pro bono rarely came with a payoff. Still there was something about this rifleman, something odd. She'd never met someone so dispassionate at the thought of being killed, yet willing to fight so hard to keep moving forward.
The Rifleman stopped suddenly at the peak of a hill, he seemed to be looking for something. As she reached the spot he was standing it, she realized that they had been going uphill for sometime and were now looking out over the rest of the forest. There was a thin line of smoke rising from the trees in the distance, a campfire, maybe even a chimney.
"Can you at least tell me why those men were after you?" she inquired unable to hide the frustration in her voice. As usual he said nothing and just kept walking, which only fueled her frustration. "Look, I am trying to help, but how do I even know that you're not the one who should be killed?" she prodded further, hoping maybe to get a rise out of him. To get -something- at least.
"You don't." He replied without even turning back. She frowned, it wasn't really what she was looking for, "Why do they want you dead? Kill some poor innocent? Maybe worse?" she put emphasis on the last question, clearly implying something truly heinous. At this he stopped, but did not turn around, "It's my brother, he wants me dead. Family business, nothing more." He immediately picked up stride again and kept walking, she hesitated before trying to catch up. This was looking like more of a bad idea than even before. She doesn't like to get involved with family feuds, let alone when she's not getting paid to do it. In fact, this whole debacle still confused her, she can't really determine why she interceded in the first place. None of this was any of her business, and she learned long ago that working pro bono rarely came with a payoff. Still there was something about this rifleman, something odd. She'd never met someone so dispassionate at the thought of being killed, yet willing to fight so hard to keep moving forward.
The Rifleman stopped suddenly at the peak of a hill, he seemed to be looking for something. As she reached the spot he was standing it, she realized that they had been going uphill for sometime and were now looking out over the rest of the forest. There was a thin line of smoke rising from the trees in the distance, a campfire, maybe even a chimney.
