“Water cold?”

“Bracing,” Emerald told him.

“I’ll try it after breakfast,” Lasseter said.

She started to brush her hair. “Would you like another cup of coffee?”

“Another cup will only stop me from getting some sleep, ma’am.” Lasseter pulled the blanket up over his shoulders. “It’ll be cold tonight.”

She stood in the ruddy firelight, a little uncertain. Then she walked slowly around the fire and knelt down beside him. Lasseter could smell the fresh tang of a mountain creek blending with the delicate scent of her soap.

“I could keep you warm.”