For one thing, the smoke will drive any game away that we may hope to see in the morning." Her hands lay still against his cheek.
"I--understand, John," she replied quickly, and there was the smallest bit of a shudder in her voice.

"I had forgotten.

We must put it out!" Five minutes later only a few glowing embers remained where the fire had been.

He had spread out the pannier canvases, and now he seated himself with his back to a tree.

Joanne snuggled close to him.
"It is much nicer in the dark," she whispered, and her arms reached up about him, and her lips pressed warm and soft against his hand.