<br/><div class="floatright">(http://i1099.photobucket.com/albums/g393/theredfear/MaleCharPics/img-carlos-bocanegra_1155538764412.jpg)</div><br/>The coyote shot Sara a look that told her instantly she about to get the holy shit slapped out of her. He might not be able to stand up to Dom, but he'd be damned if he was taking shit off some peice of ass who was ripe for the plucking as it is. Word had been circulating throughout the camp for days now. Everyone assumed her husband was dead, or otherwise not coming back and nobody was seeing any reason why she should keep eating their food and drinking their water without paying the fair price of rent.<br/><br/>A large rock in the road saved her. The Bus jumped sharply and sent the Coyote sprawling, his own cigarette ashes landing in his face and earning him raucous laughter from the other Raiders. The spectacle was enough to get Dom's attention and earn them a sharp rebuke "Hey! Save it for the fresh meat you morons! Focus, we're almost there. Fucking amateurs..."<br/><br/>Another indignant harumph. Though he did linger his gaze on Sara for a few more seconds. She was on the edge, and he breifly wondered if she really knew just how close she was to having some random Coyote snatch her by the hair and drag her off to their bunk for some quality time. Nobody in the camp beleived her husband was coming back. Well, nobody except her maybe. Dom figured the guy was dead, imprisoned, or had found himself a hotter piece of ass to settle down with. Either way, Dom wasn't betting on seeing the guy again in this lifetime.