He gave a whistle of sympathy as his horse trotted lazily through the war torn town, bullet holes riddled every building that stood standing, shards of glass on the floor and pools of dried blood forming cruel mosaics as they cracked around the edges while encircling the heads of the dead townsfolk. He took his hat off in some show of respect as he clicked his tongue for the horse to speed up, though he quickly tugged the reins for the horse to stop when he heard the strained calls from under a pile of rubble. He paused and called back a few times till he figured out exactly which broken and ruined building the source was coming from. He heard your wails as you begged for help and he began grunting with effort as he worked on removing some of the bricks and wood. Eventually finding the small form of a trembling kid, bleeding from multiple gashes and bruises formed on your skin. His heart stung with sympathy, you looked young and already you'd seen however many deaths and this show of violence.

"You're parents still around, bud?" His answer was given by the trembling shake of your head. He nodded in acknowledgement after a few seconds and continued "You're alright, you're alright. Come on." He insisted softly as he reached his hand out for you to take, which you did. The worn callouses on his skin scratched against your soft skin as he hoisted you out and into his arms as he pressed the sweat slicked hair from your eyes "Here we go, kiddo." He paced back over to his horse and placed you onto the front of the horses saddle. Though he had to move back for you to have enough room to sit on his lap, your arms tightly wrapped around his torso as he kept one hand on your head and the other on his horses reigns.