"I ain't against it." Saturday cracks her neck, thoughtful. "But what we ought to have is scouts. Who do we got that's quick an' quiet?"

She's been keeping to the front herself, head on a swivel, but its not enough. Even Guts'... whatever he's got going on... isn't quite the warning she'd like. There are too many potential threats. Scouts will let the heavies stay with the vulnerable carriages, and form a rearguard and bulwark against anything that slips the scouting net.