James blamed himself for what happened and had packed his things and took off towards the forest to his camp. Very few people could track him, and he was very good at not making tracks.
Game was scarce today, he'd caught a deer yesterday and the venison was almost gone. The jerky wouldn't be ready for a few more days. After heating a cast iron coffee pot he poured some into a tin cup. Very basic but he liked it.
Hearing footsteps he made no attempt to hide his presence by the fire as he recognized Rogue's voice. "I'm here. What brings you to my humble encampment?" James got out a small cotlike chair for her, then sat on an adjacent tree stump.
He looked like a nomad or a trapper, buckskin gloves, clothing and mocassins with a red flannel shirt underneath. The beads in his hair completed the haggard look along with the two vibranium knives, a stone hatchet and a bow made from oak. He kinda looked like Grizzly Adams. Even his backpack was made of buckskin.