Alex leaned over to look inside the wagon. There were certainly items of interest, and she didn't see many (or any, really) medical supplies. She did, however, see something that could be useful.

"Tanner, what kinda gun is this?"

"Well point to the one you mean, there're several...oh, that. That's a Glock 19. Why, you looking to get a gun?"

"What do you think? Hey, Ms Sigmon, would you be willing to trade for some medicine? I've got alcohol, penicillin, and Tylenol...pick your poison. Or...the opposite of poison, really.."

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