I'll take whatever help I can get if it keeps this curse away from my sister. [Right. The sister. The sweet little nerd all wrapped up in the cozy blanket of true love. There's a fire in Waverly that maybe Wynonna can't see in her baby sister, or maybe the sister- who'd corrected some of John's Latin grammar earlier that day- is a convenient explanation.
There are Looks between her and the really-should-be-dead-guy in the cowboy hat that hint at something a little more important even than Waves. Something no one's quite willing to tell John about yet- maybe even ever. Because even if he can break this curse with a snap of his fingers, she'll put one of Peacemaker's bullets in him before she risks anyone knowing how to find her daughter.]

Just try not to pass out with a cigarette in your mouth. I wasn't making it up about this being wildfire season. And I do not want you meeting our fire department.