Both men frozen in abject terror at the sound of a female voice, and the clicking of a flashlight turning on. In the illuminated beam they could make out the stunned face of Sharon Cassidy, one of the local merchants that had been passing through the Outpost. Neither had anticipated anyone else to be awake at this hour, let alone the redheaded water merchant. Both Johnson and Knight could do nothing but stare, mouths agape, as they were caught quite literally with their pants around their ankles.

Cass's eyebrows were raised nearly to her hairline, and in a voice both equally horrified and impressed she remarked "Damn, Johnson. That's a fucking long dick."