Oh the joy, I will see my love.
"I thought Happy Trails was welcome here?" Sam had done his fair share of caravan escort duty, and while some of them were a little hesitant on paying the agreed wages, they never really struck him as the types to come slinking in where they weren’t meant to be. "It just might be. Even the road up wasn’t all that exciting, save for a few frisky geckos and one guy that let the heat get to him and started seeing deathclaws everywhere." He chuckled a bit. "Always happy to please, Joshua."
Sam was content to wiggle his toes in the water as he watched the man speak. Joshua’s body language was saying more than enough, and he was well versed with the stiff movements on display. While he’d never seen the former legate in action, the pieces of conversations with the tribals Sam had caught gave him enough to go on.
There’s only Graham’s good side. His bad side results in death.
"You know, I could help you root out some White Legs if you’d like. They know you by sight, but me? Wouldn’t think so. As for Daniel…" He sighed and combed a hand through his hair, not seeming to mind that he was rubbing dirt into his scalp. "I don’t know him like you do, so maybe it’s not really my place to say, but anyone that would abandon this place doesn’t deserve to have it." Those eyes of his, peering at Sam from between the bandages, he swear he could feel them on him. He grinned, showing just a bit of teeth.
"Oh, indeed I do."
"They were welcome in my eyes," he said sadly, "But Zion had other ideas. The White Legs had other ideas." Rubbing his temples with the unbandaged tips of his fingers, he sighed. "It has been a hard year without the caravans coming back and forth to New Canaan. No real medicine, aside from whatever Daniel can find to grind up into a pulp."
Daniel. He shut his eyes at the thought of the younger man, always praying for forgiveness for crimes he didn’t commit. Always guilty. “He blames himself, you know. He thinks that we caused the strife for the groups of Zion. Maybe he’s right. Or maybe the Lord just rolled His dice and the White Legs were thrown into Zion.” Maybe all the issues had been revived when he tumbled down into Zion’s lap.
"So, shall we save the hunting for another day, or do you wish to root out some heretics in our church tonight?"
Sam relaxed, taking his hand from the gun and brushing his hat off. “So long as they don’t have more than four,” he grinned, catching the hat with a practiced knee. ”That’s when they start creeping me out. No trouble, just took a easy escort job for a small caravan company headed up this way and figured it’d be nice to see Zion again.” He nodded to the water, lifting his feet clear of the stream for a moment before dipping them back in. ”I was gonna come find you, say hi, but I forgot just how nice the river can feel on some tired bones.”
Too peaceful? Was that such a bad thing? Zion could nearly provide everything anyone could possibly want; clean water, plentiful food, natural seclusion from the wastes.
Sam frowned and glanced at Joshua out of the corner of his eye as the man hunched next to him. His movements were rigid, tense, like a coiled spring primed to launch itself across the room.
"Sleepless, eh? Well, why not take a load off and join me?"
His tattered lips twisted into a sneer at the mention of the caravan company. “Ah, Sam, you court danger. You know what happened to the last caravan that tried to weasel its way into Zion. Happy Trails…” Joshua knelt down beside Sam, one knee resting on the ground, and dipped the fingers that were not wrapped around his pistol into the water. “Perhaps Zion is safer now that the White Legs are exterminated. But the land has a mind of her own. Regardless, it pleases me to see you in one piece.”
Joshua lifted his hand from the water. Sleepless wasn’t unusual anymore. The land stifled him, lay heavy over him like a wool blanket in the summer. He loved the land, yet it choked him. “Zion is the same since you left it. Always the same. White Legs still lurk where I cannot find them, and Daniel still has fantasies of leaving Zion.” His lip curled at that. “But he is only a boy and cannot grasp that sometimes one must fight for that which they own.”
Piercing eyes flicked up to meet Sam’s gaze. “Surely you understand, Sam.”
How do you want to die? How has that desire changed over your life? ...How do you think you'll die?
If I must die before a natural time, then I want to die defending my people. I suppose that has always been the same, but the focus of my protection has changed. First it was my family and neighbors in New Canaan. Then the Legion. Now Zion and all of its children.
I suppose that’s how I believe I shall die. Either that, or one of Caesar’s many assassins will finally drive his blade into my stomach.
"I heard you are the man that runs the tribe and worship's god. I am here to ask If I may learn about god." The Man looked at him holding his fist to his chest
"Learn about God? It is not as simple as a mere school lesson."
Do you have a preferred beverage?
I’m a tea drinker.