She believes him, on both counts. Daryl's solidly built, enough muscle on his frame to slow him down. Maggie's fleet-footed, at least in theory. With a wild hog on her tail, she'll have to be.

It'll be over quick, more likely than not. But there's a decent chance it'll end with her run through.

"You're asking me to let it chase me 'til you can take it down." She's looking straight ahead, out into the trees. "You trust your aim that far?"