Hunter jumped a little at the sudden voice and appearance of Catherine. His grip tightened on both the hatchet and the candle but it didn’t stop him from shaking more. “W-who are y-you,” he said with a stutter of fear. His eyes were darting all around the room. “We’re closed….come back in the morning. Any s-saddle you need will be there in the morning,” he says, his Adam’s apple dipping low as he tries to swallow some of his fear.