The question that the man asked only raised Rodeo's hackles further. He narrowed his eyes, temper rising fast-- everything behind those walls was precious, and as far as he was concerned, this stranger had no right to know it. "Watch yourself," he growled in warning, lifting his brows and shifting his finger to the trigger of his gun.
"How about you tell me who the fuck you are, first," Rodeo suggested. He had no idea who had done the paintings, and he really didn't care. He was far more concerned with where this stranger had come from, and if there were others with him that might become a threat to their safe haven.