At once, Lucian in the river and Miriam tying down the liquor sack, men leapt from the overhead branch down to the stiff bottoms. Miriam lied about her eye color and Lucian never once said Miriam's name with familiarity.
The men left. One looked back quickly, then gave way to his own stride at hand.
Miriam cut the leather sack free and sent Lucian high along with it. Current ran over their close shoulders, hardly dipping enough between to be worth a sound.