"Yes, lets."  Mr. Slate's cool response might cow others, but didn't Ashley.<br/><br/>Giving Slate a mock scowl Ashley cocked her right eyebrow at him, "Fury, sarcasm doesn't become you."  Then grinning, lifted his beefy hand to her lips and kissed his battle scored knuckles.  "What am I going to do with you?"  She muttered more to herself than him.<br/><br/>Jogging to keep up with his pace she did wonder why they were not riding, but hadn't seen the horses in awhile.  Maybe Mr. Slate knew more of where they were or rather weren't than she had noticed.  Blushing to herself, she had been way too focused on what he was doing to her and making her fail to notice anything beyond him.<br/><br/>She was sure they were getting closer to where the shots originated.  Keeping her head low as Slate had warned, she felt like a skulker making her way through the verdant underbrush and spring foliage.<br/><br/>"Fury... do you see anything?"  She questioned in a voice that was more stage whisper than anything else.<br/><br/><br/><br/>