That right there? That was a man who wasn't going to live long. Wolfwood didn't even bother to spare a glance at the pile of shit, piled up on the hood of the car like an offering in front of a grave, and instead stormed right out after the dumbass, grabbing his arm when in range.

"Where the fuck do you think you're going, huh?" Just because he wasn't this asshole's dead friend or whatever didn't mean he wanted to watch the idiot wander off into the sands to die, come the fuck on. "Go pick up your shit. You're gonna need it."

Guess what, Red? You're now Wolfwood's guide. "I need an escort to the nearest town, and lucky you, looks like you're it."