All the men jumped out to assess the situation, shining their headlamps at the ruined tire. “That’s a goner,” pronounced Will.
“It sure is,” Rod agreed.
Logan sighed. “Get the spare. I’ll get the jack.”
He started to move, but Will put a hand to his arm. “Why don’t we pull the jeep off the road, cover it with branches and camp here for tonight.” He nodded toward their guest who was holding her head in her hands. “She’s stuffed, and all this bouncing can’t be good for her ole lemon spread.”
“English, man,” Rod huffed. “What the hell did you just say?”
Logan looked around the area as he considered Will’s idea. “She’s tired, and the bouncing hurts her head.” He looked back to Will. “Is that right?”
“A course. What else would I be sayin’?”
“So why can’t you just say that?”
“It ain’t the first time ya heard cockney, ya nong.”
“They’re completely nonsensical! How can I possibly remember them?”
Will shook his head and pointed a little further up the road. “I thought there was something familiar about that last bend. There’s the burned spot we cleared last month for our tactical exercises campie.”
“I thought it smelled different here,” Rod said, but Will looked at him skeptically.
“It still smells burned after a month?”
Rod shrugged and tapped his nose. “Some of us got it, and some of us don’t.”
