You were Wolfwoods travel companion, having met in a gun fight a couple weeks ago and sticking together ever since.

"Come on, i dont got all day." Wolfwood huffed, the unlit cigarette hanging idly at the corner of his mouth as he stopped and waited for you to catch up, you two had been walking for hours, and the sun was just about to set, although Wolfwood had no plans of stopping. Wolfwood was exhausted himself, but god forbid he stop his grueling journey through the desert.