She'd only laughed once during the twenty-one day trip from hell and that was when he developed a raging case of poison sumac. She'd warned him not to touch the plant but he hadn't listened. From that point on, she'd worked him like a pack mule and didn't give an inch during the entire twenty-one days. He did her bidding as he itched, scratched and cursed. He refused to buckle or cave in no matter how miserable he was.
Rules are to be obeyed.
He'd never moved so fast in his life but she was as good as her word, they'd left without him. It took him another hour to catch up. She'd called him a prairie flower, a wuss and a few other choice names. The whole crew had been a bunch of wusses. But at the end of the twenty-one days, every single man and woman on the trek had hugged her and promised to stay in touch when they returned to civilization.