"I'm scared," Kayte Christensen stuttered. "It's dark out here."

"What the bloody hell else did you expect it to be?" Kristen Veal snapped. "It's the desert, it doesn't come with its own lighting system. Stop crowding me!"

"Gals," Jennifer Gillom said. "Can't y'all behave yourselves for just one night? I know it wasn't a good game, but still. Y'all know what the noise 'tracts."

"Coyotes," Lisa Harrison said nervously. "Coyotes that want to come eat tender morsels like us- HEY!"

Adrain Williams, who had just smacked Lisa hard upside the head, told her sternly, "Stop that. You're still thinking about that Playboy thing, aren't you? It doesn't make you any more or less edible."

"Coyotes aren't so bad, are they?" Kristen asked. "They're like American dingoes, right? Those aren't so bad at all."

"My God, you're as cool as Michele," Lisa sighed.

"I was just talkin' to Timmsy yesterday, and she couldn't believe that we were doing this," Jennifer remarked, trying to relieve some of the tension and stop thinking about coyotes herself.

"I didn't know the housin' market in Phoenix was so tight," Tracy Reid groused. "Still, Coach Sharp is takin' this 'women warriors of the desert' thing too far."

"At least she's out here with us," Trisha Fallon pointed out, indicating a figure snoring underneath a cactus.

"If she wasn't, I wouldn't play for her," Lisa replied. "Now, guys, please, can y'all shut up so I can get some sleep?"