Survive, If You Dare

When she finds a man mostly dead in the middle of a blazing summer, the lost Minte Green (do not, under any circumstances, make fun of the name) does the only rational thing: steals his horse and supplies, and brings it all back to the small dugout in the hill, almost like a cave, where she'd been living since the disaster that caused her family to be separated and her parents killed. HOLD IT! I CAN SEE YOU! GET THE MOUSE/ YOUR FINGER AWAY FROM THE BACK BUTTON! You didn't think she would just leave the poor guy there, now did you? Geez, this story isn't about a kill-or-be-killed dystopian post-apocalyptic society, as much as I wish I had the talent to write it. No, she rode back to him and brought him back to her modest cave and nursed him back to health. I would make more of a description, but I am out of room, so read the intro.
WARNING: SOME OF THIS STORY WILL BE ONLY FOR PEOPLE MENTALLY OR PHYSICALLY 18+ THE WILL BE SOME (PROBABLY TOO MUCH) CURSING, AND SOME ahem, steamy-ness. I would love love love it if you wonderful people gave me suggestions, nothing is stupid or a bad idea.