Lana was taken back to the men's camp and tied to one of the tent posts, her arms bound above her head at the wrists and feet tied at the ankles.  With their captive secured, the men went about prepping camp for the evening, two of them gathering kindling and water while the third took a horse back to town for some supplies and to negotiate a price for their prisoner with the local brothels.  When the two were finished and a campfire was crackling and snapping, Barry finally had his broken nose looked at.<br/><br/>"You ready, mate?" His comrade asked, hands grasping the sides of Barry's head while his thumbs were braced against the awkwardly bent bridge of his nose.<br/><br/>"Jus' fuggin' do it, Garret..." Barry growled in exasperation, hands clenched against the log he sat on.  A loud click sounded and Barry growled against the pain, but took a few test inhales through his nose and appeared satisfied.  He did, however, get up from the log and made his way over to where Lana sat, glaring down at her.  A hand whipped out and tore the front of her dress, releasing her breasts before a rough hand grasped one in a firm grip.  "A little preview of some well-earned payback." he hissed.<br/><br/>"Oi!  Keep it light!  Bruce says we can get more for her if she's untouched!" Garret called from the water barrel, splashing his face and armpits to wash off the stink of the day.<br/><br/>The rapid sound of hooves signaled Bruce's return.  "Heh, you ain't gonna believe what I found out," Bruce said as he climbed down from the saddle and started to unpack the saddlebags, "Our little poppet here has a price on her head.  5000 bits."<br/><br/>That stole Barry's attention from Lana.  "Five-fucking-thousand?!" he exclaimed before turning back her and asking incredulously, "The fuck'd you do?!  Go on a baby killing spree?!"<br/><br/>"Apparently she's supposed to be the next sacrifice to the furnace," Bruce explained, grinning at his partners, "What'd'ya say, lads?  Try some honest bounty hunter work for a change?"<br/><br/>The round of laughter that elicited was cut short as a series of howls echoed through the canyon, the men immediately going silent and looking about with wide-eyed terror.  "Dire wolves..." Garret hissed in a loud whisper.<br/><br/>"Fuck are dire wolves doing this far up the mountain?" Barry whispered back.<br/><br/>"Doesn't matter," Bruce replied before starting to give orders, "Weapons ready.  Add some wood to the fire, make it big.  Drag her into the tent."