Well past the point of sundown, yes. Well past the point of him having a comfortable arse, too. Not that he's going to say that, obviously, but he thinks she could have warned him that sitting in a saddle this long would hurt so damn much.

'Unless you're hidin' a couple of torches in themm bags of yours, hadn' we better stop before there's nothin' t'see but the dark?'

It is beautiful, though, sunset in the desert. Another thing he won't be saying, but he's definitely bloody appreciating it.