Murphy gave the quiet man an almost sad look, backing away from him a step. “I’m leaving now, they’ll catch me if I stay any longer.” He turned his back to him, looking up at the town’s welcome sign, exhaustion written over his expression.
“I’m coming with you.” Henry replied, determined as he closed the gap again and gently grabbed Murphy’s wrist. “We’ll find a place to stay in the country, where they won’t be looking and….”
“No, Henry. I’m going alone.”