"Yeah," Henry said, but his mind wasn't in talking. He took off with long, purposeful strides, his axe still held tightly against his leg. He was more than prepared to use it, if Sal gave the slightest hint of provocation.
"Do we want to try and talk, or should we...try and get a jump on him?" Henry finally asked, glancing at Mitch out of the corner of his eye. The last bout of 'talks' hadn't gone so well. Henry still had the holes from those bullets.