“They sound like a happy family. The raider, I get that. But why would a slave be willing to...?” The look on their faces was grave. The Courier couldn't imagine a guy like they described as needing company. “What?”

“Clover is insane. She loves him as if he was her husband and her father all rolled into one. Jericho lusts after the carnage they make. He would never betray the Lone Wanderer and give up the power that being at his right hand gives him. They are all but untouchable.” Cross answered truthfully.

The Courier sighed. “So not only is he a murdering bastard, he's a slaving bastard as well? Is there nothing good about this guy?”

“She already told you that they call him the Devil back home.” Charon grunted.

The Courier nodded. “It's hard to believe one guy can do all of this.” She gestured around. “Is there anywhere else he's hit? Do you know which way he's headed?”

“He only struck here because he found us. These people died because he wanted to make a statement. He could have killed us but he likes the game we play.” Cross looked pained, sound as though she were repeating something.

“He'll pay, Cross.” The Courier spoke forcefully.

“Many have died saying that.” Cross fired a shot into the catatonic man behind the Courier.

“And many more will.”

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