These parts aren't bad for hunting, and we don't know how long we'll be on the road. No sense using it if we don't need to.

[ Sorry, Alucard. Even after four years, Trevor's still not entirely accustomed to the concept of knowing when the next meal will come. At least not accustomed enough to think of even plentiful supplies as anything less than for emergencies.

He just laughs at the rabbit bone now tangled in Alucard's hair. ]

You going to be stable enough on your feet after a night's sleep to walk or drive the horses? The wagon can carry maybe whoever's leading the horses. If they're not me.

[ He climbed in there once or twice while loading the thing, and it's a miracle that it survived that. ]