If it were any other day, Jack would have snickered at Declan's remark, or at least cracked a grin. But it seemed nothing could cause the young man's lips to curve upward. Having another person speak to him began to let it sink in what he had just done. He had killed three men. It was not an accident, like when his father was young and he went swimming in a pond with his younger brother and had accidentally drowned him while playing. Jack's hand hadn't accidentally slipped on the trigger, none of this could be seen as manslaughter. Jack Reed, at the ripe age of nineteen had killed three men in cold blood. The astounding fact was that he was prepared to kill three more, and anyone who stood in his way. 

Jack merely shook his head at Declan's remark after shaking his hand. "I don't have any quarrel with you," he stated. It was this point that he actually began to inspect the man he had saved. He appeared to age at least five years older than Jack and his clothing and car told him that this depression wasn't exactly been kneeing him in the gut. This made Jack wonder what Declan did for a living. And what he was doing out here, in the midst of abandonded farms and storms of dust?

It seemed that the criminals, who now laid strewn across the dust road in a pool of their own blood, had not gotten away with a single possession of Declan's. And they had not severely injured, as they might have if Jack didn't intervene. At this point, Jack wasn't really thinking about getting anything in return for his intervention, or even cared for so much as a thank you. When he first came across the sitation, he set out to save Declan but it quickly became about killing the kind of men who took his family only hours earier. All that Jack cared about now was making sure Declan was set to travel again and then mounting his horse and resuming his tracking.

"I'mma be on my way," Jack informed Declan as he began to walk back to Clover. "You set to get going again?" Jack had assumed, with the way Declan was dressed, that he was on his way somewhere.