Doesn't bother him, the way she's watching him, long as she don't miss anything on the road. Last thing they need is to wreck this thing. (It's crossed his mind she might do it out of spite, but he doesn't think she's the type. If she was gonna check out she'd've done it. Wouldn't have come this far.)

"Shit," he murmurs, shrugging. "Who'd say no?"

Present company excepted, of course. He shifts to shrug his shoulder, lifts his bad arm just a little.

"Found me after this. Cleaned me up, got me back on my feet. Seemed worth stickin' around."