<div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/f/f4/Brian-taylor-gunslinger.jpg)</div><strong>Hunter:</strong>Jesse, the Summoned Dark.<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>The usual.<br/><strong>Location:</strong>The woods.<br/><strong>Current Action:</strong>Facing off.<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Unknown stranger. A mighty suspicious person.<br/><hr/><br/>Jesse made his way back down the path following the Park Warden at a little bit of distance. The last thing he wanted was to be right beside her if that beast dog showed up again, or the knife wielding maniac. Better for both of them if he hung back and covered her with his gun. He wasn't exactly using her as bait, but wasn't exactly leaving her unprotected either. He wasn't sure what he was doing. She had nothing to do with this and perhaps her earnestness and concern had nudged at some long buried emotion inside him. They reached a camping ground, which must be the place the Ranger had been talking about and Jesse was vaguely pleased to see her hurry off to some to someone she seemed to know by name. A large RV stood out like a sore thumb, too big and fancy by half for the other tents and towed wagons, or trailers or whatever folks called them these days. Something about it just wasn't right and since no one was paying him any mind Jesse decided to just mozzie over and see what was what.<br/><br/>He moved slowly, calmly, just idly strolling, but with just enough purpose that no one would question him either towards it so as not to draw attention to himself, trying to work out which side the door was on and also taking a moment to glance at the license plate to see what little information it might tell him. A state plate would tell him where it came from and the license tag might tell him if the person who owned it was straight up and honest or openly crooked.