Carter let out an appreciative snort of laughter when he heard Marjan's insult, but the effort of keeping up with the fleeing rubes made further comment impossible, for now.
"I'll pray for you," one of the women called back over her shoulder. Now, Carter was a religious man himself, or at least a superstitious one, but the offer made him bristle. That was just plain condescending! As if he needed the prayers of some ignorant townie! He pulled his rosary from his pocket and brandished it.
"I'll pray for you, too!" he hollered, and added a couple of pelvic thrusts for good measure.
"Some people, eh?" he asked Marjan, finally turning to grin crookedly at her as the women made it to the gate. No doubt they were going to demand their money back, but Carter didn't care. Good riddance!