"I don't want your sympathy.  I'm a hunter, just like you!"  Her hand released the top of the canteen and she placed it under his nose.  Half-serious, she thought about shoving the canteen down the stubborn man's throat, but she wanted him alive, not dead.  "Drink the water."  The eyes remained firmly locked to his.<br/><br/>The wind blew against her skin and she could only stare at him through a thin blanket of her long auburn hair.  "Please," her words slipped through tight teeth, "drink the water."