Five miles indeed.
Tyler crept across the hillside to position himself perpendicular to the group's path.
As they meandered by, Tyler threw a small rock, so that it landed a few feet to the other side of the group. As they turned to look at the source of the sound, Tyler crept right up behind them. He readied his sword and his pistol, hovering inches away from each of their heads.
"Hello, boys." Tyler spoke. The two jumped, but didn't move once they realized the weapons trained on them. "Here's what's going to happen. I'm going to give you thirty seconds to tell me who you are and why I shouldn't play jump rope with your entrails."
"If you move, the giant here gets a bullet express delivered into his skull, and, well, I don't think I need to explain what my sword will do to your neck, wolfie."
Tyler eagerly awaited the answer.