"I saw you have horses in your courtyard. I want to go home, but walking would take forever. So I want to trade for a horse."
"Your information is worthless to us."
The man grew anxious. "They have guns. Caleb Warren and those two foreigners are ruthless killers—they've even eaten people. Everyone in our group does exactly what they say. They also have explosives. I came to inform on them because I've had enough of their abuse. You have a lot of people; you must have a way to deal with them."
"Our horses are needed to carry supplies. We don't have a spare one for you."
The man looked deflated. "Everything I'm saying is true. I can tell you where they're hiding right now. I said I was going to the toilet and ran over here. All my belongings are right here with me. You can search me. Other than a knife, I have nothing."
Taylor Vance studied him for a long time. "We need to discuss this."
"Alright."
"What's his real motive?" Taylor Vance was getting puzzled.
