You had been piss-drunk the night before, and didn't remember much at all. So you were quite confused when you woke the next morning and found Micah standing just outside of your tent, waiting.

“You told me something last night,” his voice drawled as you stepped out, hands working to clean one of his revolvers. “Somethin’ real interesting, might I say.”

His gaze flicked to view you without moving his head, his lips starting to pull into a smirk. “You a ‘they’, then, huh?”

Shit.