[ They do have to stop. It's always a fear. Even the smallest window could have someone passing by. Anyone could catch them twined together. There is only so many ways he can explain away such obvious care and closeness.

Goody shifts so he can at least look at Billy. The smile is warm and he keeps getting tempted with how close they are. He knows he can't. They can't. But at least he can have this. This closeness.]

I knew we talked about it once or twice. [ It had always been some far flung thing, well into a future that they weren't really planning towards. Spoken about rarely. What to do when they got too old to travel like they did. When Billy gets too slow, when his legend no longer puts the fear of God into people. It's never really been talked about seriously. But now, that time seems to be suddenly before them.]

Looks like. Maybe it was finally time that we settled down. Just for a little while. [ He knows them. He knows that the dirt and grit of the road is in their blood. Pretty soon, they'll get wonderlust and move on. Who knows to where. ] And of course. We'll get this civilized living thing kicked in no time.

And I think the first thing we need to do is take stock of what all we have here. What all we need. Find a way to make some local money and get ourselves set up here.