Grabbing the canteens, she headed for the spring.
Pouring water from one of the canteens into his hat, he watered the horse.
She filled the canteens and started back to camp, pausing when Bordeaux emerged from the bushes below.
She surrendered the canteens to him along with a scathing stare.
The morning was getting hot by the time they managed to water the mules and fill their canteens.