Cedar paused. It was only reasonable for the boy to be concerned, all things as they were.

He pointed behind and generally upward.

'At greasy sumbitch up 'ere knowed too damn much. Like how you'd be 'ere at'all. Da way he said ya was in a 'convoy', an it were in trouble. Only convoys ya been in were ya huntin' group --ol' fellar survive' buh the way-- an' em murderin' ass pustules as drug ya here. Hell, we's followinleads from li'eral DEAD people tryin ta get leads on ya,an' scryin day an night af'er. Weren't sure if'n ya was 'ere or at pesti. More 'an dat, I blocked de damn roads in TREE differn' places 'tween here an' dere, an he jus' stroll in!?'

He huffed a breath.

'--An 'AT slippery sumbitch gone an dun knowed right where ya is, like he knowed da whole time? What he take us for, mo'rons? I tells ya, they werent no odder clues where yas was bagged as would point here, how dat fucker know? I aint riskin losin sight a ya fer nuttin, at's what. We gittin' you outta 'ere, and back home ta ya pappy, or dyin' tryin!'