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It happened in just a moment; one second Shaun was listening intently for any sort of crazed animal, and the next he was pressed up against a tree by the man he had seen earlier. A small grunt escaped his mouth as his back hit the rough bark of the tree.
His eyes darted to the rifle that had been snatched out of his hands so quickly that he hadn't had time to react.

He glared into the other man's eyes, waiting for his opportunity to counter. He was surprised when he let him go and kicked his gun back over to him. His green-gray eyes automatically glanced down at it, but he didn't move to retrieve it. He figured he might as well listen to this man, whatever he had to say. In any case, he could draw the silver pistols from their holsters in the fraction of a second if the need arose. His eyes stayed guarded as he watched the man's movements carefully, waiting for any sign of more hostile behavior.