"Okay. I'm gonna get off you now." He pushes away slowly, getting his back up against the rock face, hands braced and ready for- well he did say shoot and Wash had always been a quick study with a knife whenever Connie was showing him shit and all these little details keep rattling through his head. How tired the kid sounds. How angry. Reminds him a little of south and that? That makes him twitch. He shoves that aside for the moment, waiting for-

for whatever comes.