She couldn’t argue, so she did what anyone would do. She switched targets. “You chew with your mouth open.” “I’m allowed to breathe when I eat,” he replied, glaring. “And you growl in your sleep.” “It’s called snoring and I do n—” She hit another rock, tipped the sled, and spilled its contents down the other side of the hill. They stood together and watched until the last bundled hide had finished rolling. When she finally nerved herself up to look at him, he was already looking at her. “In my defense,” she said, lifting her chin, “there are a lot of rocks.”
