Kate's eyes follow his silhouette as he retreats, lingering at the curve of his jaw and his neck before finally falling away.

Setting up camp has become such a routine that she can do it without much thought; which is convenient, given she can't seem to concentrate on much other than the pleasant little bundle of nerves in her belly.

Dinner is simple: pork and beans with a few buttermilk biscuits. She sets a pot of water going for coffee (and for washing), and sets out the bedrolls and nightly supplies before the last hint of daylight has left the sky.