"Fuck!"
Luke was startled, instinctively drawing his pistol from his waist.
The dark face by the window also showed a look of terror and turned to run.
If it can run, it's alive.
People scaring people can be deadly. In this vast canyon where people are rarely seen, an unexpected face by the window would frighten anyone.
Walker was also startled, as someone approached the motorhome without him noticing, "I'm definitely keeping this dog."
If there was a dog, it would likely hear any noise.
Walker watched the car's surveillance, while Luke observed the outside situation from the window.
A Black man ran away in panic; he seemed to be frightened too.
Luke checked the gun and magazine, "I'll get out and take a look."
Walker held the handle of the revolver with his right hand, "Be careful, I'll cover you."
"Don't be too tense; it might just be an ordinary tourist." Luke opened the door, looked around, and stepped down from the motorhome.
