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<i>Location: Highway 2 before KOA; stopped <br/>
Addressing: The Wilson brothers, the Morris brothers</i>​</div><br/>The interesting thing about having spent a lifetime getting goods from one place to another, and sometimes getting yourself from one place to another, was that you learned a thing or two about distraction and slight of hand. You also learned a little bit about moving just outside of another's line of sight. So while Jeb and Josh were busy talking to Clive and Owen about pears, turkeys, and why the lot got booted from Abendblume, Miles was busy getting himself to the driver's side window of that old white flatbed truck that the Morris brothers drove around.<br/><br/>"Hey," he said, causing Josh to startle at the sudden new voice. "There's about a dozen down there already and a couple more heading down the road," he said, having noticed two stragglers moving across the bridge. "Others went North, West," he shook his head. "They seem non-combative but you never know."<br/><br/>His eyes flickered over Clive's face. He was cautious; the cautious tended to survive. Owen was more like a big ol' puppy, and as Mile's grey gaze moved to the Wilsons on the other side of the truck he noted how it seemed they, too, had one pragmatic brother and another prone to being too friendly and walking into a 'bad situation.'<br/><br/>"I'm going to head out and see what I see," Miles said. "If you want to involve yourself in refugees, be my guest. A wise person carefully picks who he associates with and Clive is right; Ol' man Hale might have cast them out for a damn good reason."<br/><br/>Josh was already starting to eyeball the crates of pears in the back, not to mention the mannequins laying there with all their woman-like parts exposed to the evening sky. "They're probably hungry," he suggested. "We could give them our turkey, Jeb. You know – "Welcome to the neighborhood" and everything," he said.<br/><br/>The lankier brother grunted and shook his head. He turned his attention to the two within the cab. "What are you guys going to do?"