Hello everyone! First off, I'd like to thank everyone who gave me such phenomenal advice and encouragement on my other recent fic, "The Silence."

This one is especially for Churchlady63 and Sgt. Saunders143, who have urged me forward to write as many Tully stories as I can. Yes, I spoil them…. But it's always worth it.

You guys… one day I'm going to force on of you to write me a story, and I'm serious! No really…. especially you, Sgt. Saunders143, I'd like to see what you've got!

Disclaimer: Oh, this hurts so much, but no, I don't own them. There. I did it.

Mark Hitchcock lay on his back, hands folded behind his head, the grit of sand in his mouth, fresh as if he'd opened it into a gust of desert wind. He spat out next to him, narrowly missing Tully, who was just then lying down.

"Hey watch it, hotshot." He pulled his thin blanket over his shoulders as he settled down onto the bedroll, "Troy and Moffit have watch for the next two hours." he informed the other driver, hunkering into a ball, with the fuzzy sand-colored hair peeking out from the grey blankets. Hitch nodded, and pulled out a cigarette from his pocket. A corner of a photograph stuck out from where he'd taken out the pack of cigarettes, and he tucked it in carefully.

"Is that your girl?" teased Tully, peeking out from the blankets. He made a playful grab for it.

"None of your business." Hitch grinned, dodging Tully, and sticking the cigarette in his mouth matter-of-factly.

"Well, c'mon, let me see her!" Tully propped himself up on his elbows, "Come on, Hitch. Most guys would flip at a chance to show off their girl."

"Yeah, well Daisy-"

"-Ah, so it is a girl!" Tully chuckled softly and winked at Hitch, "Got you there."

"Says who? It could be my mother."

"That's right," Tully replied sarcastically, "Everyone calls their mother by her first name."

"Maybe I do." Hitch grumbled, But Tully knew it wasn't true.

He grinned again, "You really are a strange one. Perhaps you're embarrassed about it…."

"Oh, fine." Hitch quickly fished in his pocket and retrieved the picture, handing it to Tully.

After a moment, he whistled, shaking his head. "Now that is some girl!"

"You'd better believe it." Hitch took the picture back. "What about you, Tully? Do you have a girl?"

Tully muttered something.

"Huh?"

"I said," he rolled over so he was facing away from Hitch, making himself comfortable as if to sleep, "I've got five."

"Five?" Hitch almost choked on his cigarette, "Geez, Tully, you've been busy." The blonde's eyebrows were practically to the moon.

"Yup, you'd better believe it. Gorgeous things, every last one of them… one has the biggest brown eyes you'll ever see. And another, gosh, what a blonde!" he shook his head, "Great gals, every one of the lot."

Hitch wanted to check Tully for a fever, but refrained, instead propping himself up. "Do you have pictures of your….girls?"

"Yeah, sure." Tully dug in his own pocket for a moment. He drew out a single photograph and handed it to Hitch, back still turned.

Hitch squinted, and finally gave up and put on his glasses.

Tully waited…. three…. two….one…que the- "What!?" Hitch's voice was raspy as he spat out his cigarette.

Tully laughed, "Hey old buddy, I'm a Kentucky boy."

Hitch handed back the photo and collapsed back onto his bedroll, pouting.

"Yeah, but you coulda' told me you were talking about horses!"

Ta-da! Tell me what you think! BTW, I made up Daisy, not sure if Hitch has a girl, but there's my take on it. We'll pretend she dies or gets interested in someone else, so he can go on being charming Hitch.

Thanks so much for reading!