Episode 12

Gun was running late. He'd stayed talking to his brother too long and now the assassins and hunters were ahead of him. He was hungry and his feet hurt. The second sun was already beginning to rise. Still he pushed himself, he had to get to the first path. He had to intervene or lose this timeline completely. The veins on his arms rose to the surface of his skin, bright red. He ignored them and pressed forward.

The smell of salt trickled through the east wind and Gun changed direction. If he could smell their sweat, then there had to be a large grouping. He climbed the nearest tree and continued jumping forward branch to branch. He was getting closer. Looking down and around Gun spotted a group of hunters dressed in thick leather. They were running at a much slower pace than he was. Perfect.