If she was looking to make a challenge of it, Stellan definitely was game. And why not? Paisley proved to be a constant source of entertainment. But furthermore, she was good company, and he'd like to see her in a competitive setting where no real bloodshed was involved, except for the fish, of course.
It wasn't that he necessarily wanted her to lose, he figured they both had enough of the odds against them that it'd be more than fair. She had two hands, and maybe not quite as much skill. He had a little more practice in the art, but only one hand. This was definitely going to be interesting.
Until she laid down her wager and Stellan's jaw dropped. Naked? Swimming? At night?
And then it turned sly. "You're on!" he gripped and even nudged his pinto horse to canter a little faster, and then a gallop. And then he began to pass her up. "I'll beat you to the camp site and then you'll see what eating my dust tastes like!" And then began to gallop down the path.
The racing had been brief, but there was enough time enjoy the scenery and Stellan slowed down long enough to let his horse rest, dropping from the saddle once they reached a clearing closer to the water. "Oh, man I've nearly forgotten how nice it is to be in the wilderness..."
