The man heard Joshua coming, and straightened up quickly, one hand on a pistol. He took aim at Joshua, but didn't fire. Not yet. Something wasn't quite right about the movement. "...what happened to you?" He was wondering if this was just some ploy, or if this man was truly ill. The blood on his head looked real enough, but... he'd seen plenty of ruses in his lifetime. "Get to talkin' or prepare to get shot!"

Meanwhile, Jinny stayed hidden, her dark eyes fixed on the situation, afraid to to blink. Desperately she hoped that Mr. Josh would be okay, and not get shot.