"I know. But that don't mean I won't want to be around every morning."

She pauses, realizing just what she has said. It makes her tip her face away from him shyly, and she's suddenly glad for the windburn and the chill at her cheeks, because he can't see the way she's blushing.

She busies herself getting all her own things together, gathering up that packed lunch and clucking an affectionate farewell to the horses, and then she nods.

"All right then. I'll let you be the gentleman and lead the way on back. Unless, of course, we're still being outlaws 'n you'd rather cuss and spit some more," she smirks.