"That's all I have to say." One corner of his mouth lifted. "Are you sure that's all you have to say?" She leaned back and eyed him warily. "For now." The other corner of his mouth lifted slightly. "You're one stubborn little broad, aren't you?" "Told you," she said, lifting her chin. And she thought, It's probably what got me through the worst of it. "You don't have to buy food or do chores. I just can't figure out how a grumpy old guy like me helps you with anything." "Well," she said, a little mollified and somewhat confused, "it's because of the way--" "Tomorrow I deliver wood. I'll go early with a load, come back empty and reload. I can take you to town then. It'll take me a couple hours to deliver that load, then I'll pick you up in town. You'll be okay in town for that long? Where will you go?" "I'll sit in Jack's bar and drink coffee." "Take your medicine first. That cough gets scary." She smiled very happily. "Thank you, Ian."