Cam took Dusty Tucker’s hand and ran from the Devil’s Boot into the cold night, wedding dress trailing as they reached Dusty’s Bronco. Dusty confirmed she wanted to leave; Cam avoided answering and climbed in, asking him only to drive. As Charlie Rich played, the quiet between them felt comforting, and Cam dozed against the window while they drove through Wyoming.

Dusty woke Cam gently at a gas station about an hour outside Meadowlark, explaining he thought she might want a change of clothes. Cam, chafing in her elaborate dress, agreed despite teasing him about gas station attire. As they entered, Dusty greeted the clerk, Stan, and steered Cam toward a rack of T-shirts and sweatpants.

Browsing, Cam and Dusty slipped into old banter, joking over matching “Show me your Tetons” shirts and Dusty’s flirting. Cam chose navy sweatpants with the Wyoming Bucking Horse and the cheeky T-shirt. Dusty anticipated her needs, mentioning spare boots and a coat in his truck, and picked up waters and jerky at the counter. He paid and arranged to help Stan with a fallen tree, revealing he visits monthly and assists the aging owner, whose son recently died.

Outside, Dusty noted places like Stan’s often die with their caretakers, urging Cam to enjoy them while they last. He prepped the Bronco to serve as a changing space, and Cam, uneasy about the bathroom, asked if she could change in the truck. When she struggled with the dress, she asked Dusty to unzip it.

Dusty carefully unhooked and slowly unzipped the back of Cam’s dress, reacting when he saw her powder blue lace bustier—the only wedding-day choice she had made herself amid her parents’ control over the ceremony and her pursuit of their approval through Graham. The intimacy stirred dormant feelings and memories for Cam, who felt both how close and how estranged they had become.

As the dress loosened and a strap slipped, Dusty, voice unsteady, told Cam to knock when she finished so he could grab the boots and coat. Before leaving, he brushed a knuckle up her spine, breathed near her neck, and then pulled away with a quiet “I’m sorry,” shutting the door and giving her privacy.