Bitterroot Valley Enter, Pursued by a Memory

At her denial, he laughed. A genuine, hearty laugh. One that rumbled from his chest, long and rolling, bellowing like thunderclap. Sure, princess, he hummed, turning towards the other side of the tree.
Whatever ye'd like ta tell yerself, i s'pose, and Barrett would use this opportunity to cast a glance back towards her, where she continued to lay on the grass with fur in her face. He chuckled at the sight, then looked back towards the tree; to the grove around them. Like it's an understatement, hun, the outlaw mused. Don't think I've ever seen a place quite like it, nor had he ever met a lady quite like this one...
But, there was a first time for everything, right?

This yer lil' hide-away, huh? He hummed, making a slow circle of the tree. He looked back towards the woman, came a few paces towards her, and plopped back down onto the grass, arms out-stretched before him.
Looking quite comfortable, one might add.