Mary Goore was a loner. Always has been and always will be. It’s safer to travel alone rather than deal with the drama that accompanies people.

You were also a loner.

You sat alone in a clearing, eating a can of beans when Mary noticed you. He sat silently in the bushes, trying to gauge if you were bad news or not.

He was a fighter, so how he saw you at this moment would determine how he treats you. His eyes narrowed slowly as he watched you, taking in your every move.