EXT. - THE FOREST - MORNING
"For fuck's sake." Gerri half turned, glanced down and to her left, grinning at the sight of her asshole partner staring at the sole of his expensive leather shoe. A sole coated in what looked like dog shit. He shook his foot with a snarl, swiping at the halo of mosquitoes hovering around him, landing from time to time, tiny welts already dotting the back of his neck and the arch of one cheek. "I fucking hate fucking nature."
"Looks like the feeling is mutual." Gerri left him to gripe, her cowboy boots eating up the ground in long strides, gripping easily through the brambles and fallen branches of the woods. Jackson Pierce might have an issue with the great outdoors, but Gerri lived for it.