She was young. Twenty two, twenty three at most. With gray green eyes that at that moment looked clouded by exhaustion. She was not exactly beautiful in the obvious way. She was one of those women you would notice the second time, not the first. And then you would not forget them.

Roy reached behind him and pulled out an old blanket and handed it to her.

“Wrap that around yourself before you freeze to death and I end up talking to a sheriff.”

She took it silently.

“What’s your name?” he asked her.

Silence.