You and Pearson had been stuck together for weeks now. Of course, you hated being stuck in camp all day. You'd rather handle a gun then a pot of soup. But, you bit your tongue. For a while, atleast.

Arthur quickly separated the two of you as you both waved knives around like maniacs, clearly irritated. "Fine. You want to run with the men? Let's go then, lady." he said firmly, taking the grocery list and a letter from Pearson before pulling himself up into the wagon.

"Get a move on, woman."