They left the Oldgrass town with the sun rising up. Until they passed a dozen forest, when Glenn decided to hit the exhausted horse to a stop, and camp at the edge of a muddied road, and a silent forest nearby.
It has been an exhausting crusade for the horse, even though the carriage was light, yet the trail they made was deep enough for an unwanted guest to follow them. Especially, since they camped near a forest. An experienced group of bandits could assault them in seconds. A clean hit and hide method.
"What now, kid?" Glenn asked, looking at the worried Ned.
Glenn made a fire out of flint, with his camping bag, Glenn pulled a jerky, enough for them to last for a night. The two then circled the camp to share the heat and the food, sitting in dry rock, while the horse munched the grasses for its supper.
"You're not worried?" Ned said. Poking the stick of jerky into the fire.
