"Digger and Carlson are busy in the parlor stooped down with a pipe rifle ready a piece and another two loaded and ready in the wings. Sang and her girls are busy giggling among themselves and wasting time playing cards when Sang notices Garrett and bows out of the upcoming hand before walking over to him."
“You wandered out to the tribal feast so I figured I’d let you eat your fill and sleep some, any luck?”
"Garrett takes Sang’s hands in his out of instinct as she pushes closer to him. Her small digits with their sharp nails dig and squeeze until they lock around his hands making it harder still to pull away. He sighs deeply when he notices the position that leaves him in. When she leans up and presses her lips to his he doesn’t pull away. Sang tastes like wine and spit, she tastes like wanting and love given freely only to be pushed aside, most of all she tastes like about four liters of purified water and about twenty pounds of prime meat give or take…"
"Garrett kisses Sang back and gives her just enough time to allow her to believe there is still anything human left within him, all the while visions of his Elizabeth in her best blue dress flood his mind until he sees the snow flakes come to rest in her wind-blown, wild grass hair. Only then does he pull away a bit and untangle himself from Sang’s grasp."
“I…uh…sleep came, it wasn’t long but it was enough.” Garrett speaks as his hands find their way to Sang’s hips before he thinks better of holding onto her there. He walks past her over to Carlson and notices the small cup of black chicory cooling next to him. “You ready for this, law dog?”