Sitting on the floor against a wall of a ruined old house of bullet holes, furniture upturned and broken glass. Humphrey had a dark purple bandana wrapped around his paw, loading bullets into a Single Action Army revolver along with Kate.
"I got a great idea where we should go," said Humphrey as he loaded his gun.
"Do I really want to hear it?" asked Kate, finishing up on her gun and starting to reload another.
"You're gonna love it," replied Humphrey. "Australia's finest Cherokee bar."
"Aw, I hate Cherokee!" whined Kate, giving him a begging look.
"They got every..." Humphrey shifted around to face Kate. "Every song of Blue Oil, Cold Dinner and the Kings. Plus the shrimp there is amazing."
Kate took a few breaths. "What about the fries?"
"Hot, salty and delicious," answered Humphrey. He digged into camo pants and pulled out a granola bar, ripped off the wrapping and bit into it. Kate stared at him as he chewed. "All the talk about food made me hungry," he explained.
"I was hoping..." Kate leaned over to Humphrey to help him close his gun. "You were going to wait for me back in Canada. Maybe you just followed me because you're still a child."
They both climbed up onto their feet, holding their guns loosely at their sides.
"I can do better," said Humphrey, raising his guns.
Kate looked around the corner of the open door before turning back to face Humphrey. "Maybe too late."