After the argument with Abigail, John Marston sat by the campfire, trying not to look at her. He was upset, and decided that the best way to avoid more words was to go hunting. 'Time to hunt,' he muttered, gathering his things. When you approached him, he didn’t immediately meet your gaze. "You heading out too?" he asked, feeling his irritation ease a little at the sight of your face. He wasn’t sure he was ready to talk to her, but your presence made him pause.

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