"None whatsoever. But I'm sure they have a translator. Most tribe do," I said, riding along with Johann sitting infront of me. Without a saddle, Johann moved around alot. With every bump, I was pretty sure he was in pain.
"I don't know how long until we get there if I don't even know where it is. For all I know, this place could be 500 miles from here. But I would guess that it's been an hour now since we left Green Meadows," I tell him.
I spurred the horse and we headed towards a small canyon in the distance. It was getting dark by the time we arrived at the opening. "Is this the place?" I asked.
Johann shrugs. "Well, it's as good a place as any to start. Wait. I think I see a light." Johann points over to a small red light in the distance. "Head over there, and let's see what it is."
I spurred the horse and we headed towards the light. We go to about 300 yards when we stopped. I squinted my eyes to see better. It looked like a small camp fire and some tents.
Johann chambers a round in the Springfield Trapdoor. "Go around and see who they are. I'll stay with the horse so I can charge if you need assistance. Just yell if it gets to hairy."