She leans against the bar-top, fingers curling around her brandy. It's halfway to her lips as she mumbles, "My God," and it's halfway drank soon after.

Realising something must be true doesn't make it much easier to accept it, and, as adaptable as she prides herself on being, this is a little beyond the usual.

If he wasn't there for Blake and Trapper, then... well, there's rather lot of things he wasn't there for, aren't there. There's always something happening in that camp.

"...if it's any consolation," she says, not really expecting it will be, "Major Burns is long gone too. I drove the man quite mad."