Cam watched as the woman he was sent to retrieve, Mare Barrow, jumped down from her wheeled death wagon. She was understandably furious. Curiously she didn’t appear to call anyone on her radio, if she had one. Even more strangely she seemed to be alone. He smiled as he realized these would make his job a lot easier.<br/><br/>Eventually she shouldered a bag of gear and headed on foot back the way she’d come. He watched her long blond hair whip in the dry air as she walked. It didn’t appear she carried a rifle or a sidearm – another plus. She might have one in the bag, but at least that would take time to retrieve it.<br/><br/>He took his time saddling Bronzey knowing that he had plenty of it. Her base of operations was a two day hike from that spot. Crossing her path quickly would be a little too suspicious, and by noontime she might be more receptive to a friendly offer of help.<br/><br/>High noon was oppressive on the dusty highway. Bronzey, being part Arabian, was holding up well in the heat. Cam decided to ride up to Mare in an open spot where there was nowhere to hide, forcing her to talk to him. He did so with his right hand in the air and open – showing that he was unarmed; his left hand holding only the reigns. He made it a point to smile unthreateningly as he approached.<br/><br/>“Hello there,” he said in a friendly tone as he trotted closer. “Don’t worry, I don’t mean you any harm. Are you alright? Do you need any help, water or anything?”<br/><br/>He slid down and retrieved a canteen from his saddlebag. “You look a little lost,” he added in a tone of genuine concern. As it was his first time in her presence, he couldn’t help notice her perfect hourglass figure. While she wasn’t overly tall, she was proportioned well enough to be a model. Or a movie star – if they were still making movies.<br/><br/>“Name’s Cam. Cam Mackenzie. ‘Mack’ is fine if you like,” he added with another smile, squinting in the bright sunlight.