<b><u>Gabriel</u></b><br/><i>Arriving at the Crossroads</i><br/><br/>Gabriel stepped off the train. He had ridden his Prong-Horse earlier; the train ride was a good rest for both of them. It would be easier to stay under the Alliance's radar with the traffic coming in. The crossroads was always busy, especially when trains arrived and left. He could hear the train as he walked the streets. Most used the wooden sidewalks, but he was leading his mount through the dirt road. Gabriel knew he wouldn't make it back home if he didn't resupply, but something told him being in the Crossroads was a bad idea; maybe it was because he knew the Order wasn't welcome there. He kept a scarf covering his face to make sure people didn't recognize him. However, his eyes were an ode to the legend that surrounded him. Superstition, none of the far-fetched tales that people told in saloons, were true aside from him being a reasonably successful bounty hunter. He noticed someone who seemed familiar as he got closer.<b>"Leila?" </b>He asked, his voice hoarse and deep, only his heavy steps were louder.<br/><br/>A troop of NHA soldiers were approaching with a group of people who looked like prisoners. He stepped closer to her to keep from them looking at him. He was just a man speaking with a woman though they looked miles apart in class. Gabriel didn't have a sense of social status. He was just a survivor like everyone else. Initially, he had set out after hearing of Milo's death, but he hadn't been able to find where Milo's family was homesteaded. It bothered Gabriel that someone who had once saved him from being a meal for the cannibals had been killed. This was the way of the wasteland. This all didn't matter as much as Leila being in the crossroads did. This was a surprise he welcomed over the alternative. That's when he saw her, Gabriel didn't say anything, but without a doubt, the young blonde girl in New Haven Alliance colours was his daughter.<br/><br/><br/>***<br/><br/><b><u>Sawyer</u></b><br/><i>Crossroad's sheriff's office</i><br/><br/>Sawyer sat at the sheriff's desk. He abused his authority; most of the people who lived in the crossroads followed his strict laws if only to keep from disappearing. The rumours were spreading bandits attacking caravans and kidnapping people. Usually, they would kill and steal the goods. But the fear of being sold as a slave in the market of the Bazaar was scarier than death. Most of the people living in the Crossroads had never ventured that far west which was beneficial for Sawyer. It allowed him to string stories together with the help of the town criers in the Crossroads. The cells were empty. They never stayed full for long. In the Crossroads, because Sawyer was one of the dictator's lieutenants, Sawyer was judge, jury and executioner. Which also kept the people from crossing him.<br/><br/>"Quinn let's go for a walk," Sawyer said to the girl roughly 18 years of age, who looked at him with disgust. He knew she detested him. It was only when he had told her he had been behind her abduction the entire time. She despised him but needed to serve under him if she was going to stay alive. That, of course, didn't stop her from thinking of ways she could kill Sawyer. He could see it in her face. So it was incredibly satisfying when he took her to the rooms in the saloon... He smiled a devilish smile as he thought of those times.<br/><br/>Sawyer walked out, followed by the girl under his hunting team named Quinn. He had told her many times her father was dead, but she never believed him. Maybe if the posse he sent out could find his old friend Gabriel and bring Sawyer his body, she would believe him then. It would make it easier for him to have his way with her. But as long as she felt her father was still alive, Sawyer had to keep an eye on her. Sawyer made his way to the train seeing someone talking to Leila but not paying them no mind. However, Quinn and the man Leila was talking to had a moment. But Sawyer put an end to it quickly. "Quinn!" He called loudly, his voice disgruntled that she was falling behind. He slaps Quinn for her delay, and they continued to walk on shoving his hands into his pockets.