Six-year-old Emmelia looked out across the desert. There was a glint of silver down there, shining brightly and reflecting the sunlight.

"Hey, Mommy? What's that?" Emmelia asked, beginning the game her and Cara often played.

"What's what?" Asked Cara playfully.

"That!" Emmelia pointed at the silver. Cara got closer to the edge of the ledge they were staying on.

"It's a bounty hunter! We'd better-" Cara broke off, staring at the metal. 

"Mommy?" asked Emmelia. "You're apposed to say that we'd better hide, 'member?" 

Cara shook her head. "Not this time. Let's go, Emmelia."

As they left the ledge, Emmelia looked back at the figure. Who was he? Was Cara...afraid of him?