Morning After

Rath got up. April's head slid off his chest and landed on the pillow. Waking up and lifting her head up, the affects of last night slowly was registering through her body especially her head. Throbbing pain pounded against her temples.

"Guess the juice had some rememberable effect," groggy she said rubbing her temples.

"That's a lie," he remarked, "cause I don't remember how we ended up sharing this bunk."

"Just proves it was good that there's no memory," she said staring at his naked ass as he began looking for his clothes.

Finding his pants hanging from the mantle of April's stove, slipped his legs into the pants. Buttoning and buckling the pants on, he started to look for his boots.

"Here," said April handing him one boot from under the bunk.

Putting it on, "Where's the other?"

"Not under the bunk," she said, "Try the stove.

He did and sure enough there it was. Shaking ash out of the boot slipped it on like its mate.

"You might want this," April said throwing him the shirt.

"What else are you hiding?" he asked buttoning his shirt.

She got up, letting the skins fall to the ground. Walking and letting him stare at her naked body. He wanted to look away, but her body fascinated him. She kept her back to him.

Sitting on her knees, "Has enough time to find the train?" she asked removing the plank from the floor.

Rolling up his bed roll, "Depends how long to find a trailfinder and resupply," he answered.

"Which's little you have?"

"With one rider and the route through the canyon should make up for lost time."

"Not even the bravest use that canyon."

"No choice," Rath said strapping his saddlebags closed, "Once that trail finder leads them. Those articles will be claimed by the four winds," walking out.

Walking towards his saddled horse, the Dinh appeared between him and the horse.

"Have your needs be meet?"

"Yes."

"A warrior needs his weapons," motioning behind Rath.

Turning around, Rath saw a dressed April walking towards them with a wrapped up blanket. She handled the blanket to Rath. Taking and unwrapping the blanket, he discovered his gun belt along with oiled and cleaned shooters. Buckled the belt on and holstered the shooters. He noticed the Dinah was gone, but April stayed.

Kissing his cheek, "Return," she said.

He lifted himself onto the horse and galloped towards the opening. Turning, his last glimpse was April standing with her arms crossed.