[One between the eyes]
"DARYL! Drop the bow. Don't make me shoot you." Daryl could feel Rick's revolver close to the back of his head. He was tempted to keep his crossbow up and pointed at Shane. He was itching to push Rick, to how far he could get before Rick really did shoot him.
With a huff, he finally lowered his bow. Immediately Shane reached forward and snatched the bow out of his hands. Shane didn't look happy. Well, Daryl supposed, nobody really would be happy if some redneck threaten to put you down.
"Hey," Daryl snapped, "give me my crossbow back." Shane gave him a look, as if to say 'are you crazy? I ain't putting a weapon back into your hands.' Rick held up calming hands. He stepped between the two of them, forcing them to look at him instead of glaring at each other.
"Why don't you both calm down and tell me what happened." Rick said his "police man" voice on full blast. Shane snorted, but proceeded to speak before Daryl.
"This crazy redneck and I were goin' to go out and get some sort of food for everybody. I wanted to check out the grocery store and I told Daryl to go to the gas station, to see if he could find some gas. He didn't take to kindly to being told what to do." Shane paused. Daryl then jumped in before Shane could continue.
"That ain't why I was gonna put one between his eyes." Rick focused his attention on Daryl, while Shane shot him a dirty look.
"Well, see, I was going to do what Mr. Police officer told me to, but he made a comment abou' Merle that I couldn' let slide." Rick looked at Shane waiting for him to either confirm or deny Daryl's accusations. For the first time Shane looked decidedly uncomfortable. He rubbed a hand through his thick curly hair.
"Well, I mighta said somethin' about Merle…" He let the sentence trail off. Rick closed his eyes and then rubbed a hand through his stubble. Daryl muttered, "I told ya I had a good reason…"
Rick glanced at the two of them and knew that it would be pointless to have them keep scrounging together. He shot a glance at the road where the Winnebago was parked with the rest of their group were beginning to set up camp. Rick scanned the remaining members of their group. He felt a pang, remember everyone they had lost since leaving that first camp and going to the CDC. He tried to push that thought to the back of his head. His gaze rested on the small figure with the baseball hat jammed on his head.
"Hey, Glenn!" He waved the Korean over. Glenn trotted over to the three. He took note of Shane clutching Daryl's crossbow and Daryl's angry frown. He figured some argument had broken out between the two men, but then again Daryl seemed angry most of the time.
"What's up, Rick?" He asked, pushing his baseball cap up to scratch his sweaty forehead.
"I need you to go with Daryl to look for some supplies in some of the stores. Shane and I are gonna help get that restaurant Shane found secure for the night." Glenn nodded and looked at Daryl, who was starring at his crossbow still in Shane's hand. Shane let out an angry mutter about something and handed Daryl his crossbow. Daryl took it without a comment and swung it on his shoulder, He started off in the direction of the nearest store, without waiting for Glenn. Glenn hurried to catch up, leaving Rick and Shane by themselves.
Rick turned to Shane. He waited for more of an explanation of what happened. Shane gave a small shrug, his lips pressed into a line. Rick sighed and then motioned for Shane to follow him to look for somewhere they could spend the night.