Time's Our Enemy

Hunter reverted to his duties and 

Served another round of lemon juice –

Three Gun grimaced.

And soon after, there was another fuss.

Lean cussed and mumbled something about "getting supplies";

Hunter said: "Alright! Would you take over 'till I have my delivery, Lean?"

"No way!" She snapped and tromped to the doors. 

Hunter grinned, yet kept silent.

Then they were on the backs of their horses –

And off they went.

"Let me make one thing clear:

I'm not coming because of you, my Dear," Hunter explained.

"Yeah, yeah. Whatever." Lean yawned. 

But suddenly it began to dawn on her: 

Hunter must really care.