No less than a second after the sound of the explosion, Ashton had drawn his pistol, racked the slide back, and pointed the weapon out of the wagon and towards the trees with the kind of quick fluidness that would make most soldiers envious. He didn't bother looking at the others in the wagon, not even the man who had gotten up and began inquiring whether or not someone would be willing to work as a guard for him, right now he'd switched into a sort of tunnel vision, his eyes darting amongst the forest for the first sign of trouble. Identify the threat, then determine whether to fight or flee, that was what had gotten Ashton where he was today, and he'd be damned if he was caught unawares so close to what could potentially be salvation..