Cain huffed but swallowed his answer down to a grunt. "I might be," he bit out. He didn't want to cool his head because he didn't think he convinced Nick of anything and he wasn't used to that. When he told people things, normally they listened. Didn't he give off the impression of a reliable guy. As he turned down a trail that looked used by deer, Cain started focusing on finding a stream he knew ran through these woods. It would serve as a good guide as he walked. "And just how long do you intend to follow me?"