Silvertip Mountain And if love keeps giving me lemons

Draper narrowed his eyes at her question, unwilling to turn his back on her so long as they were on unsteady ground. He gave a little "hmph," sound, then he sat down, deciding he would plant his butt here until she decided to leave. That's right, this was now a game of chicken. Or a game of coyote. Whatever it was, he had a feeling he was much more suited to it than she was.

If she did have buddies, he thought it was better that he retained the higher ground. At this point, she seemed to relax a bit. His suspicious nature made him believe that she might be hiding something, or maybe she was relaxing because her buddies were on their way. That thought wasn't very pleasant.