Good Night, Vegas Lights

Chapter 3

  "Y-You got any caps? I already checked your camp. Where you hidin' your stuff?"
The voice was hasty and unsure, but oddly familiar while being that of a woman.
  "What your lookin' at is all I got, sweetie"
  "Wait, wait, wait- Vincent is that you?!"
  "I can't rightly see who I'm speakin' to, so I don't know how to answer that question"
Vincent tried to keep his composure best as possible, considering his leg and the unrefined rage that was beginning to well up. The figure of a scrawny woman appeared in front of him. The darkness concealed the face of whomever it was.
  "Vincent! Jesus, I'm sorry!"
The woman neared and allowed the moon's light to tell Vincent who it was. Surprisingly, an old friend.
  "Sam?"
  "Hold on, lemme see what I can do"
She kneeled close to Vincent attempting to disarm the trap. With his additional help they were able to hold it open long enough for him to pull his leg out.
  "Sam what the fuck are you doing out here?"
  "Sh! We gotta go, follow me..."
  "What?! I haven't seen you in seven years! I thought you were dead for God's sake!"
  "Just come on!"
She started to walk off into the night, so Vincent quickly followed. Or at least he tried. Just as he went to take a step he once again collapsed. Sam silently turned around and helped him back to his feet. Vincent didn't like help, but it seemed this time he'd have to give in. She allowed Vincent to lean on her shoulder and support him as he walked.
  "Sam if it was anyone else who put that bear trap there, I'd have their head"
  "What are you talking about? I didn't do that..."
  "Wait- what?!"
  "Look, its hard to explain. I'll tell you once we get somewhere safe."
  "Safe?"
  "Just be quiet and walk"
Memories of Sam found themselves in Vincent's mind. Seven years ago they had been traveling companions. Quite the pair as many people had said. One night he woke up to talking. Voices he'd never heard before. Turns out Sam was gone. Taken, better said. The men he heard were slavers. He realized this after he let them walk. For weeks he searched for them, and hopefully her, but everywhere he turned the trail went dead. The day he found the mangled corpse of a barely recognizable woman he gave up. He thought she was dead. It seemed bad things happened to anyone he got close to. Vincent pushed the memories away before they became grim. He hadn't even noticed how long they had been walking. The sun was beginning to rise. Exhaustion attacked Vincent's mind. Without control he suddenly lurched forward.
  "Eh, Vincent?"
Sam's voice was the last thing he heard as he hit the ground, unconscious.