Ford went to get his pack and ready himself for sleep. Mia had gone to the trouble of drying out the rest of their wet things by the fire, which he was grateful for.
It looked like his bedroll might even be toasty warm, which seemed incredibly inviting right now… though it would remind him of the night before, when his warmth had come from the soft, pretty woman in his arms.
He shot a look at Gary. The man was old enough to be Mia's father, or at least uncle, but that didn't stop any of the old miners from taking young wives for themselves if they could.
Ford had the urge to warn the man off from Mia, and hoped his glare would be enough to do it. Gary sighed.
"I suppose the gallant thing to do would be to offer my tent to the lady," He announced, unprovoked. "I can tell by the size of your packs that you don't have one to set up for yourselves… or perhaps a small one that you share?"
