The sun beats down on the Texas ground in a warm and humid mid-day. Trails cutting through the wilderness still follow old country road from the Golden Age, and one such trail leads north out of Silver Hill. Vagabonds and Saddletramps pass the them on the trail heading for Silver Hill. The sides of the trail are dotted with ruins of old homes and businesses, long since reduced to nothing but cracked foundations and bits of gravel. Once every two or three miles, some bizarre piece of alien flora has taken root on a hill or in the shade of an Earth tree, but mostly the view is of grass and scrub brush. The oil fields and ranch land are now wilderness inhabited by jackrabbits, birds, coyotes, and stranger fauna. The descendants of cattle still roam the hills in small herds of feral and lean heifers and bulls.

Who is using what vehicle or steed to travel?

Ethan is in the Behemoth.

Ranging out beside the Behemoth, Nyx is a proud figure on his black Arabian horse. Dressed now in a suit of polished Vasqueros body armour, with a faded black and white poncho atop and the grips from several weapons visible, he epitomises the 'slinger of lore. Slung in front of him is a old pre-Rifts style rifle, long and slender, and behind a duffle with a bedroll tied to it

Polkitain is riding on top of the Behemoth enjoying the wind much the same way a dog in a car does.

Riding his own Arabian, next to his brother, Doc sits tall. His keen eyes taking in every detail around them. There are a few times he makes a gun gesture with his hand while pointing at some of the wildlife scampering about.

Doc is wearing his full Branaghan Armor, duster included. None of his weapons, save his rifle and the pistols that sit on his thighs are visible, since the coat covers them.

Polkitain waves down to Doc and Nyx.

"I should get myself a poncho it looks stylish."

"Maybe a hat too."

Doc grinned, Polky was excited about everything, a certain innocence surrounded him. He was after all, basically, a child. Doc then nodded, "Don't worry Polky, after we sort this mess, me and Nyx will help you get a proper wild west outfit. If you're gonna run with us, you gotta look the part, yeah?"

"You got it Doc, It will be fun to shop for some clothing. You two can help me fit in."

Polk was happy grinning.

Kalista rode alongside the monstrous vehicle on her horse.

Polkitain waved to Kalista.

"I am glad the Lady in Green gave us something fun to do."

Polkitain flapped his wings a bit before folding them back behind him.

Kalista gave polite nod to the hatchling but did not respond to the statement as she was unsure if it was directed to her. In case it was she mumbled an affirmative.

Polkitain smiled something he realized sometimes scared people so he stopped quickly.

"I am glad Sir Arulas and you are not dragon slaying knights. I was kind of nervous when I met you both but your aces with me."

Polkitain unfolded his wings again and wind surfed on top of the Behemoth.

Doc chuckled, "Polky, ain't nobody gonna slay you buddy. Not long as I'm around, 'specially not these two. Like you said, they're aces."

As he rode Nyx's expression alternated between an intense focus and boredom. Whilst he appeared focused he, like his brother, made a gun gestures with his hand. Of course the difference was when he did it the result was small rocks exploded or a dead branch might be sliced from a nearby bush. His mouth twisted in something akin to a smirk when they did. When he was bored he would often taken a coin from his belt pouch and roll it across his knuckles, or circle a set of fine silver blades around his head - sending them off to chase around a tree or hapless rodent.

He chuckled at the hatchling's naivety and his brother's enthusiastic reassurance, "Definitely, Arulas is the Ace of Spades and Kalista the Ace of Hearts"

Kalista just shook her head at the adolescent banter.

Polkitain was really happy that he had used one of Docs sayings properly. He was still learning American and the various idioms.

Watching Nyx explode rocks and things Polkitain smiled, "That rock had it coming."

"Yeah I sure was glad you came across me, before you I thought everyone was like those Pecos Raiders."

Meanwhile, Samuel is looking through the data on that pad, while piloting the Behemoth. He is attempting to figure out where this lady might be getting stuff from and where they could corner her to take her down.

"Nyx watch it this isn't some fresh faced human girl you are dealing with. Oh no this was my mentor and trainer. And by the way Ace of Spades really? I haven't killed anybody this week and the rest had it coming being soul sucking demons and all." Arulas says as he sits his Mustang stallion. His rifle slung in an old style shotgun holster for the horse. "Besides it isn't like we got in over our heads lately."

Polkitain looks down at Sir Arulas and resists the urge.
He spends a few moments resisting and humming to himself.

After an hour he blurts out, "Sir Arulas, make your sword."

At the chastisement from his friend Nyx mimed doffing a hat to Lady Kalista and remained quiet for a time, though he did not desist in honing his precision with the unfortunate rocks as they rode
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