The past few days were surprisingly quiet for the gang. Arthur was idly sketching the horses, Dutch was brooding over a plan in the sunlight and Mary-Beth, of course, was reading her favourite book for the 100th time. You could see her across camp, the way her hair glistened in the light and her freckled face smiled at the story. She was beautiful. Lenny, having observed your stares, nudges you. "If ya keep starin' like that your eyes might fall out." he laughs and leans back again. You try to deny it, that you were staring, but it was no use anyway. "Just go over and talk to her, you've been stealing glances every chance you get." Lenny was right. You took a final deep breath, bracing yourself. You were a woman, for gods sake. Just go over and spend your time with her.