“Did you, now?”
“Did. You hiding out?”
“Yes.” He glanced up into her face.
“Seen your smoke. You ought to use good wood.”
“I'm afraid I don't know very much about wood.”
“Guess not. I could show you.”
“You could? Now why would you do that? Why would you help me if I'm hiding out?”
The girl gravely stared at him. “I'm hungry.”
Oliver nodded slowly, still watching the way she had come. “Swap?”
“Sure, swap. I'm alone.”