"Learnin' real what?" she challenges, sounding rather proud of herself as she turns her head to smirk at him.

Catching the squint of his eyes, she sobers immediately, turning around quickly.

She sees it, too.

Her hands go to her hips, but she's not wearing her guns. She left them with her pack when she'd gone to get her rifle. Her first reaction is to run over and grab them, but that would only stir up suspicion, wouldn't it?

"That horse is headed straight this way," she says. "Whoever it is, is bound to stop. And I got wanted posters all over the county with my face on 'em."