The thought of breakfast had kept her moving the last five miles.
“Jesus, Stove, you been walking all night?”
“Howdy, Pete. You been stealin’ coffee again?” She sticks out her hand.
“Only when I find some,” he says. He half-stands and shakes her hand before returning to his squat. “Where’d you get the fire helmet?”
She squats silently beside the smoky fire and waits until Pete hands over his cup. She wraps her fingers around it and drains it off, even though it burns going down. “Any of you other fellers givin’ it away for free?” she asks.
“Every chance I get,” says a low voice. “Course, it’s only beans.”