Hank’s POV
The Driver had gotten up at some point, using a shot gun to shoot the wolf; sending it off to the side and under Octavio’s hooves. What wolves were left decided that three being dead was enough though, choosing that moment to take off into the trees. “Damned bastards better run!” The driver threw a rock at the retreating figures, almost tripping over himself as he did. He turned to me and rushed over, helping me stand up. “Ya’ll alright, mister?”
“Never been better.” I grumbled as I dusted myself off, wincing at the tare in my arm.
“f**k; you better get that looked after. It looks deep.”
“Nothing I can’t handle.” I shook my head, taking a gander over all of the things in the wagon. “I take it this was all going to June?”
“Well, uh. Yah… Do you know her? I haven’t seen you i
