Drake jumped a little as if he was startled. "I almost forgot," he started as he leaned over and reached back into his right pocket, "If I'm just gonna sit here, might as well have a drink to pass the time." He produced a hard metal flask with a thin leather cover around the middle of it. He took some slow paced sips from it, enjoying the flavor. It was sweet tea, one of his favorite drinks. The sweetness was just right and momentarily made him forget the stress on his body, good taste, not so sugary that its like trying to drink molasses.
He sighed as he pulled away from it and screwed the cap back on. He put it back and thought about what should be done. He had already fought of three groups of mages that had come looking for him. He hadn't killed any of them, but they sure seemed Hell bent on killing him. As it was, he hasn't even used his gun. Ammo wasn't something he could afford to go into town to get.
He knew that if they didn't kill him that he would be executed shortly after. It's like someone high on the totem pole didn't want him around. Drake pushed the thought away. Surely he hadn't don't so much to bring the dead or alive bit.
He sat for a moment. He knew there was no running from here. If he were going to die... he would go down swingin', not at the execution block. He finally gathered the strength to stand up. He moved toward the mouth of the cave and sat back down with his legs crossed facing the surrounding woods."Come on then, I'm ready."
