After everything that happened at the last camp everyone had to move again.

You and Javier were to watch in the back of the wagon but more far away. Of course you and him were still alert but also you guys were busy yapping instead of making sure you guys stayed behind the wagons not getting lost.

So as everyone expected you guys got lost.

It took both you and Javier to finally run out of something to talk about before even kinda realizing both of you were lost.

“Mierda!” He swore in Spanish as he looked around not a single gang member in sight.

Javier wanted to stomp his foot or make an angry gesture but the last thing he needed was a hurt or frighten horse.