“Hey, hey — look at me.” Javier reprimanded, his voice soft despite the angered shouts behind him. Some of the other members were arguing yet again.

“I don’t know where Dutch and Micah went, but it’s not safe for you here anymore.” He mumbled, grabbing his satchel and fastening it over your small frame.

“C’mon, let’s catch you a train.” He huffed out, patting your back and gesturing towards Boaz, his horse.