"So, now I'm tellin' you, it's dangerous goin' into the forest alone. There're plenty of bandits an' cut throats who wouldn' mind takin' a'vantage of a kid."
"I know all about them." The boy said down at his swinging feet. He looked very relaxed, not as jumpy as other runaways were. "I won't be in danger. I'd rather be alone than in a group. Bandits are orginized, they can take down a wagon train if they want. I have a better chance of running away by myself with no one to drag me down."
The old man regarded the boy out of the corner of his eyes. "You're talkin' like an experienced traveler. Figured you were from a rich family."
The boy didn't answer for a moment. "I am, but my mother was very independant. She took me out and taught me a lot." by the way the boy spoke of her, the old man figured his mother was dead. He didn't ask anymore on the subject.
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