I can’t get rid of her and I don't want to. I was worried she was only agreeing to come with me but not that she sincerely wanted to. I have to put my trust in her. She is different. She’s fiery in a way no other woman I’ve ever been with is. She snaps back at me and calls me on my shit. I watch her as we pack to leave, and she’s folding clothes that I would have stuffed into bags without a second thought. I don’t want to say it, but I think she sees more to me than there really is. Can I be the hero she needs me to be? I guess we’ll cross that bridge when we come to it. After we finish packing spare clothes and other things that my mind runs across, I grab the revolver off the counter and open the cabinet above the fridge to retrieve my pistol. I’ve only done a border crossing once before so I hope things haven’t changed much since then. I also had the advantage of having more men with me... but maybe looking like a romantic couple will work in my favor. I catch Cassie’s eyes as I holster both guns and wrap them in a towel, before shoving them deep into one of the saddlebags.
