The snow continued to rage outside the camper. The mountains and trees now covered in a thick blanket of white making the evening plans such as a campfire no longer doable. The two of you sat in silence, taking turns either staring out the window, at one another or at something else. You two weren't close however weren't complete strangers. Something similar to close acquaintances, except with a strange tensionconstantly present between the two of you- which honestly could go either way. From joking teasing to death threats, colleagues to life long friends. Nothing was clear, though in his eyes it didn't have to be.

He watched you from under his sunglasses (not bothering to take them off). There you were: sitting in a small chair, flicking through what looked like a book on rifles and such. Through the portable radio the same cassette has been playing over and over. Occasionally you'd move to turn it over. He closes his own book before commenting.

"Yer a real show pony, ain't ya?