Half an hour passed, and still nothing happened.

"Did the person who fired the gun get carried off by coyotes?" Walker joked, though the darkness made him slightly uneasy inside.

Luke checked the doors and windows again, making sure they were locked, "We'll take turns for the night watch tonight, you sleep first."

This time Walker didn't put away the revolver, he placed it at the bedside, took off his shoes and sat on the bed, "That's the charm of adventure, full of uncertainties, danger mixed with excitement."

The gunshot made Walker a little uneasy, but at the same time, there was a hint of excitement inside him. He lay on the bed, faintly enjoying the feeling.

He felt they made the right choice in buying the motorhome. If they were stuck in a tent, even with Luke there, he would feel uneasy; but a motorhome is different, it's like an iron-clad barrier that gives them enough protection.

Take the coyotes for example, if he and Luke were in a tent, those coyotes could threaten their safety, making them quite embarrassed, but staying in the motorhome, they didn't need to worry at all.

Yet, he faintly felt that something was missing.

Seeing Walker lay down and settle in, Luke also turned off the car lights; having the lights on in the pitch-black canyon was like being a sitting duck.

After the motorhome darkened, he felt more at ease.

Luke took the first half of the night watch. After a day of traveling, he was somewhat tired too; he lay on the bed to make himself comfortable but kept his eyes open, listening quietly to the surroundings.

"I thought of something, we should've brought a dog along, then we could sleep soundly at night." Walker's voice suddenly broke the silence.

"I thought you were asleep," Luke chuckled, "Good idea, but you can't just get a dog because we want to go treasure hunting.

Having a dog is a responsibility, and we're too busy to take care of one."

Walker said helplessly, "You're right, I was just thinking out loud.

How about we borrow a dog next time we go treasure hunting?" But before Luke could speak, Walker dismissed his own idea, "No, a borrowed dog might not obey."

Luke replied, "Just get some sleep. Even without a dog, I can manage the night watch."

"I know you're the best detective in Los Angeles.

If we really were attacked, what should we do?"

"If we come under fire at night, you must focus on staying hidden, don't stay in bed, move to a different spot, protect yourself, absolutely do not turn on the car lights.

Stay calm and assess the situation before making any decisions." Luke didn't mention retaliation, knowing that staying inside the motorhome was both protection and limitation; retaliating could make them easier targets at the window or door.

"Stay hidden, don't turn on the lights, I've got it." Walker repeated, then fell silent.

Luke wasn't sure if he really fell asleep, but there were no more sounds.

Luke lay on the bed resting for a while, occasionally stepping to the window to check the surroundings. He had a faint urge to get out and scout around the motorhome.

But thinking it over, he decided against it; they hadn't been attacked, and the gunshot had scared off the coyotes, indirectly helping them.

If Luke went outside to scout, what would happen if he encountered someone in the dark — shoot or not shoot?

Luke was not afraid of fighting back, only of accidentally hurting the good guys.

After considering it, Luke decided to stay put in the motorhome.

However, until the second half of the night, there was still no sound outside.

He woke Walker up and poured him a cup of coffee.

Walker gulped down two cups of coffee, washed his face, and finally perked up a bit.

Walker took over the watch for the second half, allowing Luke to rest.

After staying up half the night, Luke was tired too; he lay down on the bed and fell asleep, but it was not restful.

When he groggily woke up, it was already bright outside, the sun high in the sky; sleeping late meant waking late, and it was already nine in the morning.

Walker hadn't left the motorhome and was already making breakfast inside.

Luke washed his face, feeling much more refreshed, and yawned, "Good morning, Judge."

Walker placed the fried egg on a plate and shook his head, "Not good at all; I've decided we still need to get a dog.

This way, next time we're adventuring, we can sleep soundly in the motorhome instead of this damn night shift, which makes me feel silly."

Luke sat by the dining table, glanced at the breakfast on the table — slices of bread, fried eggs, ham, tomatoes, milk, coffee — a simple meal, but adequately nutritious.

Not wanting to discuss the dog any further, Luke changed the subject, "Do you think the person with the shotgun was helping us?"

Walker placed ham, fried egg, and tomato slices on the bread and said, "Helped us scare away the coyotes, but left us on edge all night.

If that's the case, I don't know whether to thank him or not."

Luke shook his head, and out of the corner of his eye, he accidentally caught sight of a face outside the window.

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