Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-3293219-20160821183505/@comment-24510587-20160822212022

Light blinded Wilkes' vision for a moment as he arduously opened his eyes, and the convict found himself sitting on the ground with his back against a crate. He had banged his head against the wall of the truck on the way to Denver, and apparently it had knocked him out. He grunted, rubbed the bruise on the back of his head and stood up, ending up directly facing McGill.

"How long was I out?" He said gruffly.