Miles from civilization, Sid and Allie make camp at dusk.
"So. . . bounty hunter? How did you decide on such a. . . lucrative career?" Sid asks, sharpening his dagger.
". . ."
"Oh, come on. You stood up for me in front of those geezers who were going to hang me. Now, you're just going to ignore me? I saved your ass back there! Hell, if I am again. You suck."
"Unlike most bounty hunters, I have morals, but that doesn't mean I want to be your friend. In fact, I really don't like you."
"I have morals, too. Like I can't abandon a damsel in distress. If you were a dude, you'd be petfood for Satan's pet back there. Be thankful you were born with a vagina. Even though you'll never use it."
"You are an incredibly vulgar creature. I would rather be in the company of that monster's internal organs than be here with you. I'm going to sleep. Another word, and I will use you to snuff the fire."
Allie leans against a flat rock and falls asleep sitting up. Sid stares at her as she sleeps.