Glenn clenched his fist angrily as he stood and watched Peyton and Dax take off and kept watching until they were out of site. "That hurt bad?" he asked Roan when he finally turned back around and saw the bloodied rag being held to the back of his head. 

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The next few hours proved uneventful other than getting the bleeding on Roan's head staunched and wrapped in a bandage, rather skillfully actually, for Glenn had helped Dotta do the same for the farm animals from time to time. 

The sun was starting to sink back toward the horizon when the road the pair had been following split at a rather large tree. Glenn pulled out the map and tried to make heads or tails of it. "Which way do you think, Roan?"

[img=http://www.dirtsalad.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/07/P1050846-1024x575.jpg]

(OOC: I think there might be a bike or something in the pic, but ignore that. Was one of the cooler pics I found!)