She glares at him half-heartedly — she didn't mean he should toss his dirty shirt at her. She takes it in stride, but only because he's going to have a lot more surprises before all is said and done in Texas.

"Y'should probably turn in soon. We'll wanna start ridin' early, before the sun crawls too high. Cooler that way."

She glances at him, sweeping her gaze over his exposed flesh — but only briefly.

"An' stick close t'the fire. If your boots are wet, leave 'em next t'the embers so the leather don't shrink up."