Kalahan smiled as he watched Razar scamper off toward the black finger. What a happy person the ax wielder was, he was glad to have someone like that in their group. 

His smile quickly turned sour when a suspicious man emerged from behind a car. There was three things that immediately put the man on his bad side. First, he looked much better off than anyone else in the group which meant he'd avoided most of the fighting like a spineless coward. Second, he was asking for guzzoline to scout ahead where he could easily split and make off with a free tank. Third, and this was the most crucial, he didn't recognize the man's face and was almost certain he'd not been among the people in the original caravan. He wasn't completely sure the newcomer was trying to pull the wool over their eyes but he hadn't survived this long in the wastes by not listening to his gut.  

Quick as a whip, Kalahan unclipped the hand crossbow at his hip and leveled it at Ransom's heart as he stalked toward him with menace in his eyes.
[color=ed1c24]"I don't think so you rustin' thief! You best get to beggin' somewhere else before I have to risk a bolt gettin' broken in your sorry hide!"[/color]