Roland had wached the Eagle fly off. It normally wouldn't have worried him, but since the bird had already eaten, it couldn't be out hunting again.
Considering this bird was his fast ticket to Los Santos, he had gotten up to follow along and make sure it didn't get itself into trouble.
The Eagle moved at a considerably fast pace, and Roland had to jog to keep up. By the time he actually arrived where the Eagle had landed, it was staring at a woman weilding a gun.
A gun?
Hmm . . .
The gunslinger drew his own guns and stepped out in front of the Eagle.
Roland: "Take it easy, stranger. This Eagle is with me. I don't want to have to regret this meeting later."
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