She steps up to him, nice and close, until her smiling face is inches from his.

"Call me that again," she murmurs, "and I will kill you."

It's all fun and games until someone loses a heart.

"I'll git the fire goin' and then head down to the river t'git us some water to boil. I need to wash up, too."

She fusses with her right shoulder absently before crouching in front of their smoking campfire, prodding the embers with a stick.

"Then I guess we should talk 'bout Cuero."