"Mm, there was that pond out there as well, but this is neither the time nor the place to make a bareass run for it." When they were alone together, out in the wilderness it was no thing at all to rush from their tent to a nearby river or pond or lake. But here? Goodnight was not keen on it at all. "You want to get dressed long enough to get there?"

He laced his fingers with Billy's, content to maintain that entwined touch. He lifted their joined hands to kiss Billy's knuckles. He could still smell gunpowder on them and he frowned.

"Why'd you tell Faraday the rifle was jammed?" he asked softly.