She could call him a cheat all she wanted, but he knew she didn't mean it. Kate had been around him after the -- stabbing incident. That he was even up and about and pretending to be chipper some days was probably better than anyone could have hoped for directly after that. He even showered now.
Usually.
Not right now, obviously. Wilderness was a bitch.
"I think we bunk somewhere on the outskirts of Nat's little camp," Clint admitted after a moment of thought. "Someone ought to be around to protect it when a swarm of bugs realize there's a couple dozen delicious snacks all in one place." The problem with safety in numbers was sometimes there wasn't.