Lindsey's look became even more dubious, but he looked down at the pieces of elk and hell with it, he wasn't going to clean the whole thing himself. If the guy tried to make a move against him, Lindsey will just have to make sure he kill him first.

Digging into his belt, he pulled out one of the throwing knives he had taken from the Cornucopia. It wasn't ideal, but he wasn't giving up his folding knives either.

He stabbed it directly into the torso of the dead animal. "Use that," he told him.