Celty shouldered her rifle and her bag. Slowly she picked her way down the tree and finally hopped down, yanking her rope from the tree causing it to land behind her. She turned and grabbed it, quickly putting it into her backpack. Celty turned back to the guy and set the bag in front of her and set her rifle against it. 

"Cop, huh?" She asked. His warnings and talk seriously reminded of the cop that lived down the street from her family. "Look, I'm not here to hurt you guys. That was kinda my bed." She nodded her head at the tree then put her hands on her head and got down on her knees. "You surprised me, sorry." she added. 
Watching the guy and his gun. If he tried to shoot she would roll and kick dust up into his eyes. Any tactics she learned in the service that would help her, were running through her mind now. She had thought out at least four outcomes, and most ended with gunfire.