Jason rode Ginger up to the shack and dismounted, tossed the saddle bags over one shoulder, before tying Ginger's reins to the hitching post next to her mount, Thunder. He paused to take out a cigarette, and stepped up to the front door, where he scratched a match and lit it, drawing hard on it before exhaling a full plume of smoke.
He was dusty and sweaty, his black shirt open to his belt buckle. Stepping onto the porch, he knocked first, even though she was expecting him. "Come in," Anne yelled, and he did. Jason closed the door behind him and looked right at her.
Standing inside, the cigarette dangling from his mouth, she smiled at Jason