"Just you 'n me, sweetheart," Micah taunts, letting out a low chuckle as he strikes a match and holds it to the unlit cigarette between his lips. His eyes wander over your body, shameless about his staring.

You were already displeased with the fact that Dutch sent you on a mission with him - alone - but when your tent had mysteriously disappeared when you'd stopped by the post office in town, leaving only one tent between the two of you, you knew you were in for a world of frustration.

"Ain't no need to look so sour. This job'll be a big one. Quite the reward for stickin' it out with me, if you manage to." He snickers, as if his words are some sort of a warning or a threat.

The coach was supposed to be coming by in two days, and you'd been sent out to scout the location as well as rob it. The job wasn't an issue; he was the issue.