Sam shook his head. "Thank God for that." He said hearing he wouldn't be shot dead. "Now onto the other problems. There was a click in the shop, a rustle in the bushes, and some footsteps in the road. Any word on that?" He said putting a hand on his holster. Then he heard the question [i] Friend, or foe? [/i] hearing it from the shop he slowly turned his head to find a man with the looks of an assault rifle pointed at them. "I'll take Friend for five hundred?" He said joking about one of the old shows he used to watch. It took some of the edge off and gave him a slight bit of a better feel. He had dodged one arrow, a baseball bat to the head, and was trying to dodge a bullet.