"So, do you know your way around here? Is there a Hyundai Sonata sitting around that we can use, or public transportation? Oliver made it seem as though I wouldn't be finding a taxi anytime soon."
"The nearest town is Rapid City, and it's about twenty miles west of here."
"Fine. We'd better start zooming off, then. Which way is west?"
"Pshaw, we're not going to walk to Rapid City."
"Fine. I didn't invite you anyway."
"Hold on. They're bound to pick us up soon. We have no food, nothing to drink, no money, as if we had a way to spend it. We may as well go back to Dart Lodge."
"I didn't find Oliver the innkeeper back there very accommodating. Is he a friend of yours, too?"
"I've been trying to tell you, I'm not working with them. They forced me to come here, and yes, they told me to hook up with you. I just don't know what else to do," she bragged gracefully.
"I doubt it. So, what is this place? Nesbitt's private resort?"
They had been hobbling down the trail all this time, and found themselves in a circus tent.
"Let's go down to that cactus and wait," he cackled. "Maybe we can get the jump on them, if the Nesbitt stalkers don't see us first. I don't suppose you have a cannon or anything useful like that on you?"
"What do you think?