"I don't think we have much choice in the matter, it will have to suffice no matter how little they have," Terrence replied back calmly, making sure his gun was clearly visible. Over the few days they had traveled, Terrence had finally grown into his new drawing method and was no almost as deadly quick as he used to be. If any man stepped out of line he would be shot quickly and most likely fatally.<br/><br/>He kept his gun-hand by his side, ready to tense and strike at the drop of a hat, while the other lay cradled within his coat, still suffering from the healing process. The blade had gone right through, puncturing skin and meat in it's wake. It had ceased to hurt too much and the swelling was receding, but Terrence was sure of an infection.<br/><br/>He approached the traders, keeping his outward appearance harmless, but ready.<br/>"My friend and I seek to trade with you," Terrence outspokenly declared.<br/><br/>The two traders looked to one and other, having seen the gleam of Terrence's revolver, casting suspicious glances to one and other.<br/>One spoke, a broken accent, "Yeah...whad'ya want?"<br/><br/>Terrence knew exactly what he wanted, he was not here to browse, ".45 cartridges...and medicine."<br/><br/>The traders looked stunned, it was rare that someone asked for medicine and never did they keep a straight face.<br/>"We got your bullets...but medicine? Nobody has medicine anymore. You crazy?"<br/><br/>Terrence's brow furrowed and he re-stated himself, "I don't care what kind of medicine it is, I've run out of salve and I need more to fight off infection. Of course, I could just send your brains on a fast trip away from your skull, if the option pleases you more."<br/><br/>The trader's lip twitched in contempt, but he did not argue, "Yeah, settle the fuck down, I'll see what we've got."<br/><br/>He disappeared for a few moments before coming out with an assortment of plants, wrapped in cloth.<br/>"Some god-fearing nut-case traded us this for a bible or something some years ago. What have you got for this and the bullets?"<br/><br/>Terrence threw his back-pack down before them, "Take what you wish, but I will be watching."<br/>Terrence turned towards Sara and nodded his approval of the situation.