Josepha nods once and follows suit. This is no time for carelessness. There is going to be Trouble- or rather, there already is; it's very definitely underway. And from the sound of things somebody is badly outnumbered.

There's another tattooed guy fallen along the way. Guess the scouts go out in pairs after all. But the guns are up ahead, even if their numbers sound like they're dwindling- ah, there, muzzle flashes and partially concealed white-painted figures, and down where the canyon walls are pierced by a narrow path the remains of a multi-person caravan, with the last man falling...