Dutch smiled at Trish. The two of them weren’t exceptionally close, but if she got back to the Moira she would definitely make a point to be better friends with the woman and pay both of these ladies back in some way. She didn’t have much in the way of material goods, but she’d find something.

At Daisy’s warning, Dutch struggled to get to her feet. She was sorer than she’d realized. It ached to stand up. Still, once she rose to her feet she hurried to the back of the stall to give Daisy room for whatever it was she was going to do.

“Hurry,” Dutch whispered. “He always comes to check on us. Hates leaving us to our own devices.”