Back home Trixie rarely worried about the cougars or the wolves or even the Sioux, vicious as they were with all her fellow white people moving in on their territory. No, she was always more frightened by the pigs in Wu's pen, the ones who got fed the dead and who claimed more than their fair share her coworkers, and she's fairly sure those fuckers didn't come with her from camp.

Fairly sure, not a hundred percent. It's hard to be a hundred percent about anything, getting dropped into the middle of nowhere like she had.

But the cold's something to fear, the bite at the holes in her stockings and the chill on the back of her neck. She pushes her hands under her arms to try to soak up more of the warmth from the coat.

"You ain't local too, seems like." Though he's probably better prepared than she is, given her lack of unmentionables or a goddamned coat. "Unless you are, and you can answer where the fuck it is we're wandering."