Ashton struggled into a kneeling position and wretched a few times. He'd been fortunate enough to avoid getting blown apart or shredded by shrapnel when the grenade had gone off, however the sound of the blast was still extremely disorienting, not to mention extremely painful to his ears. The nomad scooped up his pistol as he made out the shape of James and his posse running off with the supplies from the caravan, "YOU SON OF A BITCH!" Ash roared as he raised his pistol and squeezed off a few shots. Sadly, many of them were totally inaccurate due to Ashton's shaking, which had been brought on by the aforementioned disorientation, however he was lucky enough to nick one of James in the arm before running out of ammo. "FUCK." Ashton spat before slumping back into a sitting position to check on his injured foot which was still bleeding rather badly, not to mention it hurt too much to try and walk.
Well this was about to be highly ironic, he'd spent most of the trip avoiding so much as looking at the other passengers, and now he was going to have to take a gamble and trust them not to fuck him over, "Alright...if any of you guys can walk and hear me, under the seat of the wagon where the driver was, there should be an old military duffel bag. I paid the driver extra to hang onto it. Inside there should be a shotgun, a carbine, a pistol, and a bit of food and medical supplies.", Ash gestured to the front of the wagon. "Whichever one of you can bring me my bag, you're welcome to keep half of the food, and the pistol along with the ammo it takes" As he spoke Ashton silently prayed for two things: the first was that at least one person's hearing wasn't muffled like his, and the second being that whomever heard him wouldn't royally screw him.