She stands, holding the body of the rattler. It's a good size, just about thirty-nine inches long.

"I told you t'keep your distance from critters."

Her voice may be flat, but the hand she puts at his elbow is tender, and the look on her face is that of mild relief.

"C'mon back t'the fire. I think I can somehow manage t'keep myself off'a you long enough t'get you cleaned up."