[A sigh. Though Marshall didn't dare turn to look at the stranger, the distinctly stolid footstep he heard behind him called to mind his father's compatriots from the Rebellion. Though they were rough and tumble in his memory, the stories he had heard suggested that they had seamlessly flowed together while engaged on the battlefield.
There was a strength to their footsteps... like the ones he heard behind him.]
I ain't a soldier, friend.
[He uttered in a tight tone. The way the voice was altered was foreign to him, but the no-nonsense and laconic demeanor he knew well from his work. Odd jobs took him a variety of places on the Frontier, but those hardened types tended to be difficult to predict.
He hated not knowing if someone was friend or foe.]
You'll get no questions from me, [he added.] So long as this place doesn't take us to Hell...
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There was a strength to their footsteps... like the ones he heard behind him.]
I ain't a soldier, friend.
[He uttered in a tight tone. The way the voice was altered was foreign to him, but the no-nonsense and laconic demeanor he knew well from his work. Odd jobs took him a variety of places on the Frontier, but those hardened types tended to be difficult to predict.
He hated not knowing if someone was friend or foe.]
You'll get no questions from me, [he added.] So long as this place doesn't take us to Hell...