The same had happened in the Old West, except I was far less cognizant of becoming part of that world. I planned on fighting it tooth and nail this time, mainly because of how hurt I was from the first adventure.
"It is an honor for a goddess to be concerned for my life," he said and bowed his head. "Now we go."
He swept up saddlebags and slung them over his shoulder, then strode out of the tent.
I wanted to kick something out of frustration. He was right; I had no sense of duty so deep, I'd leave my family and risk my life for a stranger. It wasn't my way, but it was so entrenched in his mind, I wasn't able to protest it.
With a deep breath, I decided to go with it and stepped out of the tent and almost collided with him.
"Ah, goddess."
I froze at the voice. I knew we weren't going to escape the madman.