This is northern484 and this is CH.2 of "The Gunslingers"
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Chapter 2
Ashley's POV
Ashley left Novac around 4 pm with a new team member, Craig Boone. He joined after she helped him find as he called them "the son of a bitch who sold my wife" which turned out to be the woman who had helped her the most at the town, the old lady who operated the motel in town and gave her a way to get a discount at the store there.
"So," Ashley tried to break the silence.
"Huh" Boone grunted in response.
Ashley frowned. "You don't talk a lot do you?"
"No, not really." Boone replied
'This is going to be such a boring trip,' Ashley thought, 'But he's the best sniper I've ever seen.'
Boone led while Ashley and Cass walked side by side
"Not exactly the friendliest person, is he?" Cass whispered in her ear. "Why is he with us?"
Ashley whispered back "You've seen how he shoots haven't you?"
Cass stayed quiet. Ashley was good at making the short-haired redhead quiet. They were too busy whispering to notice Boone dive behind a rock.
"Get down God Damn it!" Boone told the two women. Ashley drew her two .357 revolvers out of their holsters while Cass took the caravan shotgun out of her back holster. Boone was watching an old gas station building
The building had a campfire burning with what looked like mole-rat meat hanging on a metal rod. If there was food cooking, someone was there. The wind carried the voices of what sounded like a man and… a ghoul? Ashley strained to hear the two talk.
"They tame deathclaws and they run around a wheel." The voice sounded like the ghoul. A thud came along the wind making Boone grip his rifle to a point where he could fire. Then the ghoul's voice came again. "Ow! What the hell was that for! I was only kidding!" But the end was only barely heard with the wind dying.
Boone was as still as the rock he crouched. The only sign of him moving was the sound of his breathing. Cass sneaking a drink from the flask she kept in her pouch. Ashley smacked the back of her making her choke a little.
CRACK!
"What the fuck was that?" the man said. Ashley looked at Boone ejecting the spent .308 casing. She then moved in the light of the campfire, 357's raised and cocked.
"Who are you?" she yelled. A man stepped out of the dark building. He was taller than Ashley, her head to his chin. He had brown hair that was cut to about one inch, dark green eyes. His nose was crooked, a sign of a number of bar fights. He wore combat armor that was Forest Green and had a four leaf-clover on the breast plate, next to it was writing.
"Reilly's Rangers"
In his hand was a .44 magnum that was a shiny bronze color with Black handles. He then spoke.
"I could say the same for you, young lady." He said lowing the .44."Name's Hunter. Now what's your name?" he questioned while holstering the large handgun.
"Ashley." Ashley responded coping hunter, putting the two .357's in their holsters.
Hunter gave a smirk, he started looking behind. He spoke without looking at her.
"Call your group up here and get some food," he then turned, "Charon! Wake up Jericho, we have guests."