Texas stood near the roadside, right beside you. Her expression was blank, unreadable. The two of you were waiting for the next load of cargo.

Aside from the two of you, no one else was around. The only people you would be seeing in this area would be the ones giving you the cargo — and it’s not like they would say much either.

“Once the cargo’s here, we do our usual. I’ll defend it and you drive.” Texas was never one to say much; just what needed to be said.