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rides another horse the rest of his life, it’ll be too soon. His petite riding companion, however, doesn’t seem to notice or even appear too uncomfortable. Of course she is the toughest woman he’s ever known, so that probably helps. Also, she doesn’t like to seem weak, especially around him, even though he’d like nothing better than to cherish and protect her.
    John urges his mare in beside her as they crest the top of a deep ravine. They have managed to stay ahead of the storm, but the rumbling of thunder seems to be gaining on them.
    “By my estimation we should still have at least three or so hours to go,” John tells her as they cross a meadow that is littered with the landscaping of oil well pipelines that sprout up out of the ground like the white tentacles of some deep sea serpent, except these are heavy duty steel.
    “Yeah, maybe two hours if we can push on faster,” she says, ever the hyper spaz. She’d probably like to run at a full tilt gallop the rest of the way. Moving slowly is not something she seems to excel at.
    “Need something to drink?” he asks as he digs around in the sack attached to the back of his saddle for a bottle of water that is actually just spring water from the farm that they’ve filled the bottles with. It’s ok with him because the spring water at the farm has a sweetness to it that he’s come to like. Doc had taken Kelly, Derek and him out to inspect the different spring water sources on the farm last week and had explained how they need to make sure that there are little lizards roaming around the springs to keep them clean and purified. It seemed repugnant at first, but he’s come to understand the importance of them and also the water-borne illnesses that a person can contract from contaminated water sources.
    “No,” she replies simply. She’s also not much of a talker unless you get her started on something that has to do with medicine like a gory surgical procedure or something.
    “What are you, a camel?” he teases because he’s not sure she’s drunk anything but the travel mug of hot tea she brought with her first thing this morning. That was many hours ago. She needs to stay hydrated. It was something he learned in the Army. The body can do some pretty nasty things to itself if it isn’t properly hydrated. Being a brainiac young doctor she should also know this. They’d stopped twice to use the non-existent restroom facilities of the forest to which she’d threatened to cut off his dick if he came anywhere near where she was relieving herself. He’d ardently believed her because of the dagger on her hip and had not strayed from his assigned area, an area that she’d assigned him, of course. They’d eaten muffins with some kind of fruit in them earlier this morning and had each had a sandwich on homemade rolls which were heavenly. Everything the women on the farm cook is wonderful.
    “What are you, a jackass?” she remarks in her usual sassy tone. He’d like to snatch her from her saddle and kiss her senseless, but he’s also not wanting shot by that .45 on her thigh.
    “Nice. I ask you if you need a drink because I’m concerned about you and you call me a jackass,” John tells her, hoping for a little guilt. He’s not stupid, though. He’s fairly sure he’s not going to get any. When he glances her way he just gets a nonchalant shrug in response.
    They ride a short distance before she speaks again. “Are... are you worried about everyone back at the farm?”
    It’s rare for her to talk about anything to do with feelings, so John figures he’d better pounce on the opportunity. It could possibly lead to talking about her feelings for him, but he highly doubts it. He’s also not sure he wants to hear any of her opinions of him, either.
    “Nah, don’t worry about them,” he explains. “Derek and Kelly will look out for the farm. Plus, Cory seems to be able to handle a rifle fairly well.”
    She doesn’t say anything but purses her