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This isn't exactly the trip to town that Vasquez had expected.

She'd thought she would come and see these people that Robert had to deal with. True, she didn't think she was going to like all of them, but she also didn't think that she would feel this much rage and fury when she saw how they treated him. They spoke down to him, they ignored him, and they laughed at him. Dressed in her pretty frock and her hair loose, she knows she's supposed to be demure, but it's a very good thing that they'd disarmed her before she got to town. If they hadn't, she'd be in the jail cell because she would have shot someone in her fury.

As it is, they're pulling her off of Doc Holliday, while Aleja spits furious Spanish invective at him, furious at the jokes they've been making on Robert's behalf. "He is twice the man that you will ever be," she finishes, spitting at his and Earp's feet, irritated on Robert's behalf.

Forcing her arm out of the hold, she sneers at the men holding her. "I'm going," she snaps, grabbing her thick fur coat and hauling it on, shoving hat on her head and thinking it's good she came here to see this. Because now, she's not letting Robert come even close to this place after everything that she's seen. She stands in the doorway and waits for him, because she's not leaving without him.

They're never coming back to this place and Aleja is already making plans to never let him work for these two men, not when he deserves so much more.

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She narrows his eyes at him, waiting for him to complain about how she may or may not have acted during the winter, but when he says that, she leans in to nip at his lips with a kiss, like she wants to somehow mildly punish him for being so teasing.

"If we go somewhere warmer, we'll still have this, but not our nice little home," which is disappointing because she's grown to like it here. "But I don't want to be cold anymore, I want my blood to boil and sing."

There's just too much joy in his life now. All of it because of her. He's spent a winter with her, alone, trapped up here. Away from the town that tormented him. Away from those that mocked the man he was, and the things he had done for them. Here though, he's happy. He has joy because of her in his life, and it's worth every think that comes with walking away from this town.

"Then we'll find a new home," he says, meaning it. "We'll find a beautiful home, and a place that you'll love, and we can be happy. Whatever it is you want in a home, you'll have it. We'll find a way."

Aleja gives him the slow, pleased smile of a woman who's finally getting all the things she wants, instead of just needs. "We need to be safe," she says. "There are still too many wanted posters here of me, and we should go. Maybe, we go south for a while, and then when things are calm here, we come back."

Maybe he'll have given her back the ring by then, but she's not setting expectations for him, not when they could disappoint her yet.

"So in other words, go enjoy the sun somewhere, and then hide out all alone together in a cabin for the winter?" Smiling as he asks that, arching a brow. "Because I have no objection to this at all. Not so long as you're safe and happy," he assures her, staring at her with such love in his eyes, even if he's scared to broach that subject and his feelings.

"What would make you happy?"

Vasquez is trying to think of what she might have said earlier, because happiness to her is simple. "Good, warm food," she says, because that always plays a big part in what she likes. "Someone to hold me at night," she adds. "Good sex," she quips, with a smirk on her lips.

"Mexico, home, it would be nice," she admits, "even though I know that this is your home and I would never want you to give it all up."

"Well then. You would have to make the decision if it was good, because for me it was amazing," he admits, beaming then as he strokes his fingers through her hair once more, curling the strands around his fingers, adoring the simple intimacy of the touch. "As for the rest, I've done well for months, proving that I'm more than capable," he teases, unable to really stop smiling at her.

"My home is where you are. So here. Mexico. Anywhere in between. So long as I'm with you, I am home."