“You get used to it,” Jacob said behind her.
“Suppose.”
“You Indians don’t talk very much, do you?” Jacob yawned.
“Guess not,” Sher said and thought of saying ‘least not around you,’ but decided to leave it at that.
Kristin woke.
“You’re country girls, that’s easy to see.” Jacob sat up and twisted his ribs. “Ow. Shit.” He grabbed at his side. “You’re prime property out here, do you know that?”
Sher studied the scratches on her hands that had bled so ferociously the night before.
Her silence made Jacob angrier. “Youse dog meat out here,” he blurted, lapsing into how his Brooklyn grandparents said “you.”
“It’s always good when your enemy underestimates you,” Kristin said. She had read about wars and liked to imagine herself a warrior. Her grandfather encouraged her reading and flight
