"What's that supposed to mean?" He said to her comment, mostly the where he came from part. He spoke as he walked beside her. "You can do all the talking then, since you wanna." He climbs into the wagon with a grunt as he sat down. "Alright, I suppose."

	He gazed sharply at her, before speaking. "Now that, is a long, long story, friend." He looked down at his feet, letting out a deep sigh, coming to the realisation that she'll want to hear it anyway, despite his reluctancy. "Well, I know a guy... who knows a guy... who knows some rich folk. A bit, too rich, if you catch my drift." He would rest his elbows against the back of the seat. "So, timed it perfect. Rode into their estate. I tried to be quiet, I really did!" He would chuckle a bit. "Then enough of the ruckus I made, ended up shooting some of their hired folk, then some lawmen, then I rode off. Had some chasing after me, see. Then I shot them. The leading deputy caught up. He was the last one." He muttered, before going silent. "Not to long ago there was a, thing, goin' on in that field. A bloody battle, between the same damn nation. It was terrible. I watched from the distance. I knew I couldn't get involved." He remained silent for a moment. "Bleeding Kansas... That's what they call it."