head honcho.
deputized.
colt held his first official gang meetin away from the isle itself. this was their business, his task to get them to see iseul as property-holder.
and establish himself once again.
@Sadey,
@Gun, and
@Indra III, all told to come meet him in the dark woodland.
and if none showed, he expected to have his answer.
There was something to be said for the cowgirl that neve gave up, and never gave in. Thus far Sadey Walker hadn't. She was tiny, but twice as mean. She had grown soft in her time here, put weight where there hadn't been before. But she was slowly getting back to her old self. Though the side still pained her from time to time and the scar tissue large enough that if pushed upon it caused such pain.
It was safe to say, her fighting days were probably done. Though she'd never admit that and she'd die before she didn't fight, but anyway who knew her knew that anyway. So she didn't feel that she needed to advertise.
Colt called for them. She wasn't sure what he wanted, but she found him none the less. Grey eyes gleaming at him from pristine white face.
C'mon ya tubba guts, how long does it take to take a dump?
Indra's surly voice carried as she kept watch over Gun, as they had shared a breakfast and somehow it hadn't sit right with the dog. She kicked at some debris and her attention waned until a sharp smell hit her nose, and Indra's face wrinkled.
Before she could say anything else, there came an alert on the airways from Colt; he sounded farther from two-rivers than usual, plus it was the tone itself. Aye! Hurrit up, fatass! That's the gang-call.
Screw waitin' the girl thought, pacing by the trees.
Gun would catch up.
sadey. red. no gun.
colt snorted. who knew what that one was into. maybe keeping the big boone fucker distracted would be best. he cleared his throat, cocked an angular hip, spat into the grass. "iseul made me deputy. that means i have the same power here over everyone th'way she does. it also means we're formal-like."
"now. we should discuss when we reckon it's best t'get on."
his red eyes glinted. "an' the matter of takin' her, them kids, and boone along. makin' a new gang, or waitin' fer reno an' lonesome an' marston t'catch up."
colt expected resistance, but he felt his new position invited it even less than before now.
Sadey didn't see the dog beast or the man that had come late. And she didn't rightly care too. They were probably off doing who knew what and she was here. That was all that mattered to ole sadey. Though she did give the young red a small smile. A quirk of a lip really and then returned her face to what it was.
Will she agree to a gan lifestyle? She seems pretty soft as do the babes.
Sadey hadn't spoken with any of them for long periods of time, but she imagined that Iseul would not look kindly on their way of living. It wasn't a good one or an easy one and she had little ones that weren't her own that she promised to take care of.
H'ain't taking any babes,
Indra was swift to reply, nose wrinkling.
She stalked forward a step, her spine rigid but her tail writhing low.
Should take what we want of this place. Screw yer lady friend.
Far as Indra could tell, that kind of union is what now made Colt so sentimental.
sadey questioned iseul, but red stepped up with a flicker of fang colt didn't much care for. his tail lashed back and forth as she spat her guff.
another stream of auburn saliva into the dirt.
"yew jealous, red?" briggs growled, opening everything unsaid right up. "what is there t'take? yew wanna risk everything fer what?"
say it. say it all.
Well shit, Red had learned to bark while she was away. Hell of a thing. Sadey watched with grey widened eyes. A flicker of a smirk on her face. This is what happened when yew spoiled the child. They grew up and they fought back and well where did that leave yew. She couldn't rightly blame the girl, but well.
So she just sat real still and said nothing. Just waited and watched. It wasn't her fight, nor her problem it was on them. And ole sadey had learned long ago to pick your battles.