Even with her eyes closed, Ezra was aware of her surroundings, her other senses tuned in to any nuance within the camp. There was little to focus on, so the sound of Jackal moving about was not lost on her...nor was the feeling of his gaze upon her. Unaware that his vision had continued to improve, she dismissed the subtle lifting of the fine hairs on the back of her neck as nothing more than the gunman checking on her location, the length of time extended due to his poor vision.
By the time Jackal finished with the care of his mount, she too was done with her bath. Wringing out her hair, she stepped from the pool and wiped away the excess water with her hand. With the temperature at its highest point of the day, she laid down on her clothes and allowed the sun to heat up her skin, her desires warming as her body basked. She missed the feel of having someone by her side...of reaching out and touching another. Sighing with frustration, she took a deep breath and let it out slowly, finally grabbing for her dusty clothes and pulling them on.
There was still a lot of daylight left and many miles to cover, and with that thought in mind, Ez saddled up her horse again. Once all her provisions were secured, she took all the water containers and filled them, allowing Clove to drink as well. She had only spoken to Jack once since they had stopped, and the tension between them was growing with the extended silence. She blamed herself for this, but the thought of talking just to fill the empty hours with their voices was not a comfort. Settling into her saddle, she placed her hand on her abdomen, the reason behind why she was continuing with this journey lying just beneath it. She was not sure what she hoped to accomplish, but raising a child on her own did not fall within her skill set. Whether or not they discovered the location of the Lost Treasure ceased to be a concern for her. She needed to mend the broken ties between them, to form at least some connection with the father of her child. She was still in too fragile a state to even attempt this now, but she hoped with time her heart would heal...or at least scar down enough to allow her to become more than just a husk of the woman she had become.
Without a word, Ezra donned her hat and started down the trail again, Clove taking the path of least resistance. She allowed his instincts to lead them, the horse moving with a sure-footed gait along the rocky terrain, the shadier areas favored with the sun at its highest. Knowing they had at least another five or six hours to ride, Ez relaxed in the saddle, her body moving with the rhythm of her mount, her gaze periodically falling on Jackal as he rode beside her.
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