"Don't take it personal," he drawls, settling easy into the passenger seat. The gun isn't going away anytime soon, either. "'s how things are, now. Anyone who ain't pointin' a gun at a stranger's probably got somethin' worse in mind."

He gestures again down the road, all the more eager to get going. Bringing back a working car, that's always handy. And more than that he's waiting to see her react when she finds out he's not completely full of shit. Woodbury might as well be Fairyland, the way things are out here. She doesn't want to believe it but as far as he's concerned, he is doing her a favor.