He nods,  â€œWe should do that.â€ He says to her. He couldnâ€™t help but notice the look she kept giving him. â€œWhat? Whatâ€™s with that look?â€he asks. Dog was sitting next to him on the couch. He laid his head on Jordanâ€™s lap and Jordan began to pet him. He of course got up off the couch and began to help her pack, with Dog right behind him. Once she was packed, he sits back down on the couch, waiting for her to go  to the indian chief, since he didnâ€™t know the way to the indianâ€™s land. Jordan looks at her, â€œYa know it will be very dangerous, people will always be cominâ€™ after me and trying to either kill me or take me alive.â€ He says. â€œBut donâ€™t worry about them tryinâ€™ to take me alive, Iâ€™m quite the escape artist. Itâ€™s them tryinâ€™ to kill me we have to worry about.â€ He says to her.  â€œMost of the time I spend my time down in Mexico, if Iâ€™m not robbinâ€™ places, people down there donâ€™t bother you or ask questions either like people do here.â€ He says. â€œI was thinkinâ€™ one of these days I should just move down to Mexico and live there for the rest of my life.â€ He adds. â€œWell are we goinâ€™ or what?â€ he asks.<br/><br/>Dog-m<a class="postlink" href="http://wflendangeredstreamlive.org/Shiloh-220x292.jpg">http://wflendangeredstreamlive.org/Shiloh-220x292.jpg</a>m