“I don’t have time right now.” Javier grumbled. His voice was strained with annoyance as he seemed to be rushing to leave the room.

There was laughter outside of the tent, a little ways off. You could only assume it came from Micah, maybe from those two men he had suddenly brought around. “Dutch wants to talk to me.”

Once a man who would make time for you, Javier was a man being molded and manipulated into avoiding you.