Bridget's summer work clothes from before the pulse were mostly rags at this point and she'd long ago switched to homespun and leather for work out in the woods. It held up better than denim and it fit better with the semi-nomadic image the Cano projected.
Being something of a local herself, Bridget knew of the Janeczkos but not very well. Being assured of the devout nature of their daughter didn't matter much to her other than it meant she wasn't likely to cause trouble, she was more concerned with whether Ava could pull her own weight. Bridget's philosophy was that if you were an able bodied adult and not heavily pregnant or caring for small children then you had better be contributing to the common good somehow if you wanted to stay with the tribe.
So far Ava was holding up to her end of the deal. Bridget smiled back "The blackberry patch up the mountain was nice and ripe." She held up a bucket full of the small fruits. "Fortunately the bears hadn't gotten to it yet."