Redsand Canyon I can hook a trailer on a two-inch hitch

Fennec shook her head and smiled. God, sometimes talking with him took her back to the days when she’d had nothing to worry about but getting into shit with Penn and making sure he and Bronco didn’t kill each other. Now she doubted she’d ever see either of them again. One she was thankful of that fact, the other… well. The other she couldn’t do much about.

I’m not right now, but I was. Sometimes happy takes work, and I don’t mind doing that. It just sometimes is a two person job. And if the other one doesn’t want it, then there’s no way to force it. She didn’t think that was the case with Germanicus, but she was beginning to wonder. She’d insisted so many times that all she needed was trust and it still always felt there were things he held back. Maybe he didn’t even realize he was doing it.

You, though, always make me happy. And if you did decide to go for it, I think you’d make a killer leader. Fuck, that was a terrible joke. If she wasn’t careful he’d learn these from her - but the small grin she wore wasn’t too concerned.